kynttila_henki @ 2010-11-24T16:49:00
I do not know what is happening.
not want to do anything, life is empty, no meeting inspiration and motivation at all. I can not do anything. In my walks
pain, screaming, crying. Ceaseless spinning in my heart, stirred, bored, how the undead roam, wander inside of me, look out, and again going around in circles, how invisible air like fog for my soul.
I make you free, I want to go. I want to leave. But there still, my demons, my fogs.
I want to go, you must leave. Is how to keep a corpse of spirit within. How to share my body my heart asleep with that new has been brewing. I have hardly
hungry, I just want to sleep, and read. And spending hours and hours doing nothing in particular.
fear with all my being or what it is to have lost what I characterized, so proud of what I felt. Where are you inspiration, details? Where is you, dear innocence? Could it be that you've died? Why do not you ...
The first days were full state shock. He could have died on that train and would have stayed the same. I lived a unique experience and was not able to relayed. I feel how something wet, tasteless, something that has no essence. Until I wanted word, my words start to fade, fall apart, and go with the wind, preventing me from expressing myself fully as I could ever do. Pain, pain. Choking, This is unbearable. Wanting to mourn and no power, kept inside all this pain, weight. Is how a relentless curse you want to go out and do not know how. Because this heart is so broken, I have been abused While it has become dry, cold, hard, its bark is becoming thicker, increasingly dry, hard ... And the pain persists. The pain is still inside.
Sadness. Nice word, bitter taste. It's desperate attempt to show that do not exist. My mask has become a strange smile that hides you. But there you are, by filling my space with your presecia, tearing my hopes, Shell.
I do not know what I have left, if you know how stupid vovleríaa fall.
But this is becoming something horrible.
Outside the usual look but something inside me is dying. Something blackened inside, is covered with fog. Increasingly less afraid of death.
And I'm more strict with the air, taut strings of my relationships. I become a being who plays, that swings and sways with what already is known. With the immature and the known. With the bitch that everyone will experience the same thing.
I am sad, I'm fatal. I want to be happy but I can not. The happiness of my face is a mask that has formed just because my soul is tired to mourn. And now my tears are saved inside me. And I do not know
out, and caught the hand of the horrible cries that consume me. And everything is balanced and all are wrong. And I try, and willing to be fine, but I carry the load.
The first days I was able to listen to metal, some music that encouraged me. But I kept plugging my smile that no one really sees blackness. And the anguish in me is killing me. I do not want to eat, which is adelganzando, which constantly from leaking my gestures and facial expressions showing the face of the sadness that now houses my body. Damn, please, get out and I can not more ...
I can only listen music expresses me now. Music of black fog. The first few days even heard Rufus Wainwright. Thought I had better. Not that I get along, that my pain is hidden in the folds of my mind, if that is me.
I even got to listen to the soundtrack of Harry Potter. I can only swim between the vaporous instrumentals and ethereal melodies of magic and pain expressed in his beautiful way of hearing. Queiro
out of here. I want out of here. I want out of here ..
wanted
out, even if it seems someone else, I am the only one I know is the black one I have now with me, who am I really the qu lies between the animation and laughter.
CHOKING ME.
pain corazóny imprison me the challenge, I can Otar physically. And s'si this has to go or is it something that "is" there, and much will continue to cry.
Javi, you've started this, but in reality, it always comes ...
No, it has been for Harvey, he has only been one piece .. Nucna
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