I made this story like some years ago when I was attacked by depression. I just saw it again, and was like "Oh wow,
I was sooooo emoooo!"
Looking forward you,
I see myself being a complete nonsense from the world,
my heart was raped from the traps of destiny,
I can't move very well, I keep saying "Life without you it's nothing",
well it is. Now I can't focus looking forward life.
Maybe I'm a little too obsessive, and you kept saying I act very depressing,
but there's nothing I can do. Now I torture myself acting like a wannabe.
Are you there? I remember those hugs, those smiles.
Maybe I should just go too, don't you think so?
After all, there's nothing I can do... Living a life without you is ignoring my feelings,
and I can't keep thinking anymore.
I did not mean to write about my lost,
but rather how when something dies,
we remember who we love, and we
die a little too, we who are still breathing,
we who still have the energy to survive,
are the ones who can look forward them.
Somehow I feel awkward of sharing this lol