Sometimes I wish it all go away , I want to blow up the world in which I live, the world of art and me . I tried so many things & sometimes my attempts pareen be in vain , it seems unfair that when I try to get up & for the first time in a thousand years, my smile is a real smile someone comes to destroy someone comes , hold me & I dropped, I push & nobody seems to care . I do not know another life, but one life to side of pain , and sometimes I would like to have even a little happiness . Live more in the dark than in the light. At first it scared me , I was afraid of me, I was afraid that at some point were to sink more , mourn scared me , scared me throw up, I was afraid to cut my skin, I was scared myself & that around me too, I was afraid to hear certain kinds of music , I was afraid to be alone why? because apparently all these things they made me feel really good, my estarme dañanado was the only way I had to get out of that suffering was a remedy to relieve my pain ...... eventually I understood that never heal things completely , because the only thing that I did was to increase the amount of scars on my scars on my skin , scars on my soul , scarred heart.
