There i am, laying in the grass feeling all but my body, i just don´t know what to do,i just don´t know what to think,maybe i was not made for this world. My life is like a glass goblet a little bump and that´s it....
Why do you want to know about me...why? am just a little butterfly who will never come out of it´s womb. And i just don´t feel like coming out, it´s t-o-o-o....¨TOO MUCH¨ for a 14 year old girl.
Well i¨ve said enough, i don´t think o talk words just come out of my mouth by themselves but know i have to leave i don´t feel like staying here.
