Tomorrow i’ll be fine, i promise. Let me be broken and sad just for tonight. I’m tired of being strong, tired of faking my happiness. This is unheslthy. I’m dying and nobody noticed that. It hurts. My chest hurts and i can’t breathe properly. I stare st the blade in my hand. Should i do it? Should i throw the blade away? But… The only thing thst makes me feel alive is the same one that can kill me. When anybody need a hand i’m the first one to offer myself, when i’m the one who needs help i found myself all alone. So i cleared up my mind and i decided to leave. This world is not for me. I hope i see you all in a better place.
Love, Aroa.
