I do not know what wrong, I do not know what I'm wrong, if I built a castle without looking below, never leaning out of windows.
I have always believed that we could communicate with others, that he who loves you would understand and do something to not let go. I always thought, having found happiness, after I had left behind people's crap. But perhaps all those who live with a smile, always pays, pays the price for not being taken seriously when something is wrong, when you are not happy.
is thought to pass, which is just a bad day ... but it is not.
I can not talk anymore and listen to me, I can no longer work things out, to shrug and find good reasons. I'm afraid and I often cry at night, I'm afraid to be scrubbed again, to fail to invest my heart and my tears.
Can I stop screaming, to be so resolute then to others if others do not even try to talk? I try not to scream, the others do not try to speak. The circle and vice
run in circles, around a table and no one can segarne legs but even there rests on a flower pot.
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