es tarde, creo que es tarde, ya es un poco tarde.
pensé que podria recuperar aquel tiempo, que un día perdí. Ahora sólo observo risas, miradas, algo tal vez no se acerca, trato de pensar en todo lo que he dicho, he sentido, he vivido, nada parece real. Veo al espejo aquella persona que dejé una vez, no la puedo recuperar, es muy doloroso saber lo que he perdido, lo que he ganado y perdido. Trato de pensar en todo aquello que me hizo cambiar, Me aferro al miedo, al miedo de pensar que algún día podría volar, y no volver más.
Desgarré una vez una parte demí, y me dalé, aún las heridas duelen.
No creo tener a alguien de mi lado, ese lado no está, se ha ido, como aquel que se va y ni vuelve.
Puedo sentir que el alma que tengo es tan diferente, podria decir millones de cosas, pero no curarian el mal.
N podria regresar atrás.
No podria
ive no really find anything to make me feel really happy.
All those things that made me laugh, didnt last forever.
Those thoughts made me think.
ive no really a place to called "home".
i dont deserve more than i get.
i dont feel myself satified, i think i should be proud for all those things i've done, but i dont feel anything more than unsatisfaction.
i promised myself a lot of things, i know i can, but sometimes those things around my head messing with me.
i know i should say everything, i should take the chance while i can.
i know i've spent my whole life alone, with no friends at all.
i wonder why, why should i be like this?
ive not feel love.
i want something to believe in.
i want something to trust.
im a accuser, all that blame is for myself.
it seems easy but isnt.
i wonder why.
All the thing i've done, should made me feel important?. but i dont feel.
i dont feel anything. all those things that i should be proud of, mean nothing.
i cannot lie.
i cannot lie that ive been thinking about passing out.
but why?
why should i feel this?.
Everyday is like other day, obviously.
but, always i tend to screw up.
I used to think about every single thing.
but now it seems like i dont have thoughts anymore.
im just walking through this universe alone.
i cannot feel any pain anymore.
even when it feels like am gonna cry, even when it feels so bad, even when it hurst like hell.
i dont feel anything.
those scars that i got, they are there forever.
why do i like my own blood?
iSNT funny, to see myself doing sorta kinda things that will make u cry.
im not tryingto be sad. im not trying to be depressed.
but i am.
ive spent my whole life in this town. in the same building for ages, no one eally know me. the worst part is i dont like and i dont dislike anything. i just dont care. i can trew away everything.
i know it doesnt make sense, but i should stay lying on the ground crying for help, even when i do need to, even when i dont need to.
i should take a breath once again, i think im losing my time, but i think ive all the time, even when i dont.
