When the soul breaks, it doesn't make sounds. It doesn't speak for you to hear, asking for help when it breaks into pieces smaller than salt. It doesn't cry out or sigh to understand its pain. It's mysterious and withdrawn, and if you haven't seen, felt, and known it in yourself, you'll never find it.
Far from everything people could see, hear, and know about me, I chose to hide in the pages-witnesses, bearing the pain I never let show. I healed quietly and also bled quietly. So that no one shakes what I have hardly sought to keep in silence and solitude.
The book includes texts written over time, when my soul was too heavy to carry.
I Was 6 When I Found Out I Was Adopted, And I Found Out The Hard Way Too. All These Lies And Unpredictable People Are Worthless. In This World You Have To Learn How To Live Alone. How To Be Genuine..But Also How To Acknowledged The Fact That When You Want Something..Get It. Even If It Means Lives Have To Be Taken Away.The Unknown Will Bite Hard Cause In This Life Theirs Only A "Hard Way". My Way.