I look back, to yesterday, to the last week, to the last month, I just look back to my life, I see people that I had at my side, things I had that I dont anymore, I never thinked I was going to feel this, but I miss some of those things, things that were taken away from me, and all I wanted was to get them back to my life...
I look at me now, as im alone, writting these simple words, I feel lonely, I feel I have nothing left in me, nothing worth fighting for, those things are gone, and how hard I try to get them back, I dont know if I will ever succeed, now, as i keep writting these, I feel sorrow, dispair, I feel week within my simple thoughts...
Life isnt good to me, it gives me what I want the most, and just when Im starting to apreciate it, just when Im about to trust and to give in, to give my heart and my soul... life takes it away from me again, just like if it was testing me, making me feel like a puppet in lifes hands...
... Im tired of this life...
I look at me now, as im alone, writting these simple words, I feel lonely, I feel I have nothing left in me, nothing worth fighting for, those things are gone, and how hard I try to get them back, I dont know if I will ever succeed, now, as i keep writting these, I feel sorrow, dispair, I feel week within my simple thoughts...
Life isnt good to me, it gives me what I want the most, and just when Im starting to apreciate it, just when Im about to trust and to give in, to give my heart and my soul... life takes it away from me again, just like if it was testing me, making me feel like a puppet in lifes hands...
... Im tired of this life...
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