Sitting here, all alone, thinking about the things I used to know. I'm glad you came and set me free, because without you I wouldn't be me.
.
.
.
I wouldn't believe in anything, crying was an easy thing. Everytime I would be in a room with people who actually wanted to approach me but I would still feel alone inside, knowing what I'm showing to them it's not me.
.
.
.
Laughing and smiling just to hide all the feelings I had inside. Before sleeping, the demons would come, thinking about my mistakes, it wasn't the best choice but I couldn't control it, got me in a wrong point.
.
.
.
I suddenly felt a tear rolling down my face then I knew, it wasn't the same.
.
.
.
Now that I'm thinking back, this changed, I am becoming stronger step by step.
YOU ARE READING
I see you
Short StorySometimes we see things we don't wanna see. Sometimes we hear words we don't wanna hear. Sometimes we do things we don't want to do. Sometimes we meet people we don't wanna meet. Sometimes we show emotions we don't wanna show. Sometimes we exist whe...
