I thought that I was inhuman,
I couldn't feel a lot of things.
This sadness when you see someone cry,
This remorse when someone doesn't talk to you anymore.
I walk with only three words : I don't care.
Even if it's someone that i love a lot, once she's gone : I don't care.
This is how I can forget my problem and go forward.
I hated me for that.
I didn't know why I was like that.
Finally I've understood.
Once you felt a lot of deceptions, and you're tired to be sad,
Some things dissappear in you.
My sensitivity has gone.
And if I cry again one day,
It will means that my heart is back.
I love art, a lot.
Sometimes, a song can bring you down,
Or just makes you stronger than everybody in the universe.
Sometimes, drawing can help you to get out what's inside.
Sometimes, writing helps you to say what your mouth can't say.
And now, it's my new life.
Sing to cry with words,
Write what I can't say,
Draw what I feel.
With all my mind and without care about what could say anybody.
