Time does not heal wounds ... you just get used to the pain.

Hatred makes them fester, numbs the pain.

Let us forget about him.

We get cold towards him.

But it will never go away.

The wounds will fester and only get bigger.

Kill us all at once.

Be our ruin.

They say love can conquer anything.

Eliminate all pain in this world.

Heal every broken heart.

Put every soul back together, no matter how injured.

But is it really like that?

Isn't more and more of our selves lost?

We are told to be careful with our trust ...

With our love ..

We should choose exactly who to give them to.

To whom we give ourselves lightly ...

But you can even determine who you love.

Who makes the butterflies fly in our bellies, makes our hearts race ...

Can we choose who's going to rob us of our minds?

Who takes our breath away with just a gesture or a look?

I doubt it ...

I doubt it because I love someone I don't want to love.

Who does not deserve to receive such feelings from me ...

He's hurt me too many times.

Too many times he has humiliated me.

And yet ... yet my heart belongs to him ...

The heart that has been hurt so many times.

The soul that's broken so many times

I don't know if you can still save her ... if you can still save me.

I feel like I'm losing more of myself every day.

To break more with each of their looks ...

Even if he could heal my soul ...

So many parts would be missing ...

So many parts sunk somewhere in the dark.
Unreachable.

Nobody can save them.

Nobody can save me.

It seems to me that two sides of me are fighting.

My hatred for my love

My contempt for my compassion.My anger against my weakness ...

As if I were made of two halves fighting.

Who pull at my soul and want to influence it.

They tear up more and more and hoard the broken pieces.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to feel nothing.

No pain ...

No hate ...

No fun...

No grief ...

No love...

Nothing...

To be free of feelings for once.

Free from the feeling of turmoil.

Free of everything ...

But there are also moments when I make a wish ...

Something I never received ...

Something that seems important to me and so for others
Seems to be taken for granted.

Love...

The love of a specific person.

The love of someone who is always there for you.

The love of someone who understands you.

The love of someone who will take care of you when you feel bad.

The love of someone who takes care of you.

A mother's love ...

Sometimes I lie awake longing for my parents.

Want to scream and cry because they're gone.

Because they are not there for me.

Because I have to live without her.

I don't want it at all ...

I don't want to grow up without parents ...

Why am I damn lonely?

Why me?

Just why...?

I do not get it...

I can't understand ......

I only know one thing ...

I can't take it anymore without her ...

I will keep breaking ...

Lose myself more and more in myself until there is nothing left.

My heart will die more and more ...

Getting further and further eaten away by the darkness into which, the two sides, pull it.

Do you know the feeling of wanting to cry, but it doesn't work?

Do you know the feeling of wanting to scream, but it doesn't work?

Do you know the feeling of wanting to die, but it doesn't work?