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23/04/2004 20:33 Now I know why I wish to die every day, I discovered I´m dead inside… I don´t give true smiles, I don´t have feelings, I just breath… I don´t need the lights on, because I know when the day is over, all I have is darkness… my life is darkness and loneliness… I don´t need my glasses, because I can´t see… No one near me, no one can hear me!! I have been talking to my papers, to my stupid poems, to my pictures in the wall… I spend hours just trying to figure my life out… but I can´t, I´m weak… I´m alone… and everyone who still talking to me, repress me, they make me bottle my feelings up and I don´t need this…I hate this! “I´m so tired of being here, suppressed by all of my childsh fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, because your presence still lingers here and it won´t live me alone. These wounds won´t seem to heal, this pain is just to real, there´s just too much that time cannot erase.” enviada por ¨¨*DreAmer*¨¨ Feed: Seja avisado quando este blog for atualizado :: (O que é isso?)