I hurt those people who loves me.
I ain't really a good person, you know, for the others.
Yeah, you see me like a good, kind and cute person...
The truth is that I'm terrible.
A terrible person, a terrible lover.
And...
And I'm sorry for them all.
And I'm sorry for you, too.
If I hurt you once... Just leave me, run far away from me.
It's the beginning of a long trip straight to hell.
YOU ARE READING
It's happening... it's happening again...
PoesíaL'angoisse qu'est d'être soi The anxiety of being yourself
