Moon 🌙

Oh, my, my, my.

Por favor, dejad de ofenderos por opiniones ajenas que no os están atacando y que están dando su punto de vista sin buscar pelea. Gracias.

De nuevo, gritos.
          
          Golpes.
          
          Lloros.
          
          Hay cosas que nunca cambian, supongo.

Not even myself.
          
          You keep saying that you won't get tired of me, but that's because you didn't see the real me.
          
          That me inside of me is... Is... Ugly. She is pathetic. She is afraid of everything. Insecure of all the good this, she thinks she will get hurt again.
          
          And again.
          
          And again.
          
          People change, but I can't.
          
          I can change my exterior self, but I can't change her.
          
          She's broken, and her pieces are lost.
          
          And everytime I think I've found one of those pieces... I just hurt her more and more.
          
          And I'm tired of being me.
          
          I just want to feel nothing again.
          
          I just want to find peace.
          
          True peace.
          
          But that's not something I can have.
          
          I'm... Afraid all the time and I don't even know why.
          
          I just want to find that happiness that they promise you.
          
          But somehow that happiness keeps getting smaller and smaller.
          
          And I don't feel good. Not a single minute.
          
          And I don't want you to think I'm a burden.
          
          I just want you to... Be with me, no matter what.
          
          But I just can't tell you.
          
          And I'm tired.

Aren't you just... Tired?
          
          You're just a liar. Stop doing that.
          
          You're an hypocrite.
          
          You're a pathetic liar.
          
          Damn, it's just... Why do you keep doing that when you know it's not good even for yourself?
          
          
          
          You know, I'm tired. You know that.
          
          And you know I can't stop.
          
          I just... Can't stop saying everything it's alright when it's clearly not. When it's an ugly mess.
          
          But I can't. And I'm too afraid to stop lying.
          
          Aren't you tired of me? You aren't. Because I don't give you reasons to be.
          
          You aren't tired of me because I lie.
          
          And yeah, I'm a liar. But at least, you won't leave me as long as I keep lying.
          
          I'm tired, but I won't tell anyone.
          
          I won't lose you.
          
          I can't lose you.
          
          I can't... Lose anyone, again.

Say we'll go slow, but we never do.

Sinceramente, echo de menos los roles de Wattpad, uh.

There's something wrong with me.
          But I can'do anything.
          And I'm too scared to ask for help.