There was a time... I suffered so much,
I wanted to get it out of me.
I would cut my arms...
not to kill myself...
I don't want to die.
I know I'm lucky to be on this earth.
I did it so the physical pain
would calm the pain
that was eating me from inside.
Nothing was erased.
I live with my past tucked away...
deep inside of me.
It comes out in an explosion and...
it invades me.
I believe we are messengers on earth...
I believe in angels...
I am blessed by God to tell myself
I suffered utmost to become who I am today!
1 comentario:
ya lo he visto, se que frase dices, creo, me has hecho buscar en el youtube, mamoncete..
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