By years she had been feeling
Like the words can't escape
Siting in the same black chair
Pouring her heart in the vent
He listens carefully once again
As she keeps repeating every phrase
She got so used of it by now
That it comes naturally for her to say
He says he has the cure
For all her sadness and pain
And that by coming every week
Slowly she will start to feel again like herself
She just nodded and not reply
As she was to scared for it to come as a lie
Because the truth was
She was to scared to feel any different
She didn't wanna feel any other way
As her sadness will shrink by the sink
Leaving nothing but
the memory of pain
ESTÁS LEYENDO
THOUGHTS
RandomEstos son de todos los días En los que me levanto en la madrugada Asustada y silenciosa Buscando un lápiz para escribir Lo que no me atreveré a hacer horas después
