i realized that the claws of life
have become more sharp than before, scratching it became easy
and the way it makes me bleed,
life sometimes forgets
that i am one person
and everything comes to me
with very harsh pushes,
then i feel the mercy of life on me sometimes, but it's always very tiring and doesn't show me any sympathy .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poesíaletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
