I'm just tired of this live. I just wanted a peacefull place but no. I don't have this chance.
Now I want to be out. I want to be out please. I need help but it seems like nobody can save me so please, please, let me pass away.
If you don't want this, help me instead. Help me to live. Cuz me, I can't. I can't live with all of this. I just cannot. It's too hard. It's so much for me.I'm focking tired everyday, focking sad every week, focking stress by every look at me. I'm not happy with this live you know. So let me be out.
If you don't want, help me instead.Help me. Just that. Help me.
VOUS LISEZ
Un jour sans titre
PoesiaCe "livre" est un regroupement de texte que j'écris lorsque je vais mal, lorsque je touche le fond, que j'ai besoin de me défouler. La plupart de mes textes sont tristes mais il peut y en avoir des joyeux mêmes s'ils sont beaucoup plus rares.