I’ve meet a lot of people, everyone with a different story to tell. Some are sad, some are happy, some are amazing. Then, is my own story, and I know I’m pathetic with my suicide mind in a world were not only me but everybody have problems, the thing is that I fall too easy. Still, I don’t wanna comfort myself with those cliche words, i just wanna die in this pathetic world were no body will remember me. But more pathetic I am thinking […]
My treacherous mind lives in the hope of a new world while outside I become an insensitive monster.
The part of me that still feels shout in agony locked in a world full of bullshit waiting for the moment when we both get free. The moment of my death.