The pain has blindfolded me with a bandage covering what was happening around me.
The great insecurity has grown greatly in me.
Wrong expressions and actions that hurt and looks that speak to you without saying a word.
But the more you try to evade or hide it, it will start darting and darting with a guilty conviction that haunts you day and night.
When at the beginning of processes overwhelmed and desperate to return to that place where anxieties vanished; and that with such suffocation you did not realize that you hurt yourself, you hurt him.
And when you look back, there is a storm.
But you have spoken and you have said that you will wait for my arrival.
But my insecurity and weakness do not let me trust.
Help me trust.
And even so, do not trust the lie because the deceit will suffocate you.
Trust my word and don't doubt my faith.
Help me back so I don't fall.
So that when I arrive I will be by your side out of desire and not out of necessity.
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Red People [English]
Poesía☆ My nr purpose in this life? Don't know. I'll stop looking, I'll stop trying to understand why I'm here. And I will let my purpose come to me. In order to know what I have to do and if I can continue. I will let it flow with the waves, until...