Животът ме направи една бъркотия от емоции. Оплитам се в собствения си хаос с всеки изминал ден и чувството е задушаващо. Но изкуството освобождава душата ми от болката и я превръща в нещо красиво.
Това е мигът, в който се чувствам свободна.
Думите...
Тhe reasons of my scars are hidden deep inside my mind. My skin was cut once again. I did it, I don't want to explain.
I thought I'm done with this. I said I will never let again the blade and my skin kiss but I cheated on myself last night. I continued my fight.
Maybe I will do the same today, nothing will ever change. And probably tomorrow I'll drown even more in sorrow.
I will paint my skin in red. Red which will make me feel ashamed. But what am I supposed to do? I'm weak, my soul has been abused.
Don't worry about me, though. I have to deal with this alone. One day I will get better but tonight when I bleed, my words won't matter.
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