You thought you couldn't feel it anymore. So why does it hurt? After each experience you think that all you want from life is simply to get rid of any feeling. You're tired of having a broken heart and yet she can still feel it. Forget it? Wait for him? How can you choose what to do? How do you know that's the right decision?
Even though the times are new, you have remained with the same old habits. You are stubborn to see the good in people, you are stubborn to give until you refuse, you are stubborn to give happiness to those who do not know how it feels for a long time.
Your own soul kneels down. What others do to you, you only care about them. What makes you a paper soul is much worse. You're tired of going out smiling at the first ray of sunshine as if your life is perfect. Behind a makeup that did not exist for a while, are now hidden so many tears, memories, sleepless nights and questions that do not give you peace. You don't let people read your soul. They don't know that arrogant look is simply a blank stare because you don't know which way to go. They don't know that your sarcasm is just a mask put on a wounded soul. They do not know that your eyes say nothing because you are speechless. They don't know that your silence is just to remind you of his voice. They don't know that sometimes you close your eyes just to see him.
Some drink, others take drugs, some decide that life has no meaning. Everyone hurts in their own way. I hurt myself by loving. Always the wrong people, always in the wrong time, always until I had no reason to stay. I redecorated my hell until I felt at home. I broke my roots to no longer belong to anyone, anywhere. I offered my soul to the pieces of the wind so that I would not feel anything. I loved to exhaustion and cried just as much. I suffered and then I locked my memories.
I turned people into stories.
