come and go cruel events in my life, and I always end up making me more harm me, or are drugs, or are cuts, or better yet a rope around his neck. I have come to threaten my life and perhaps to blame me for being a coward and not reveal to the cursed life I lead. So much hard to be happy?, "Both costs smile?, How long I do not see a smile on my mirror? Not reflect happiness, only pain and sorrow, and I often undermines my own thoughts. I believe that if there is a tomorrow, there is a reason to live, 4 winds scream I can be happy, but everything turns dark.
For many I am a black and white photography, which is already past, I remember that I gave the best moments of my life for them, and it's so sad to see how they forget one.
Maybe my eyes can be a true reflection of my sorrow when they fall the tears of disappointment, just looking for refuge in happiness so elusive for me.
If only I were put to think life is a game, is the continuation of bloody events that only the brave are able to cope.
(...) I hope to be brave
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