Fetita

Am crescut intr-o familie simpla, frumoasa, eu si sora mea. Ca orice copii. mai mult de certam decat sa ne intelegem - lucru ce aducea multa frustrare familiei mele. Probabil am adunat frustrari inca de cand am fost in scutece - ca nu aveam Pampers, aveam o carpa in care ma cacam si ii dadeam maica-mii de lucru.

Am crescut pana acolo cand am inceput sa imi constientizez existenta. Si acolo am avut un inger care mi-a indrumat fiecare pas. Un inger cu pielea zbarcita, unde au incaput kilometrii de povesti... Un inger cu ochii plapanzi si cu un zambet cald si care facea o ciorba minunata. Un inger care si-a inchis ochii pentru totdeauna de curand.

In acest interval insa, s-au adunam multe. Si am dezvoltat o boala psihica.

what is pain?

Baby don't hurt me.
Pain is you.
Pain is you barely waking up in the morning,yet thanking God it's Sunday. Like a day isn't grateful enough.
Pain is listening to your aws and hurts like you are the only one in matter.
Pain is loving you no matter what. And when I say no matter what, I mean no matter what your mind is up to today, this week,this month, this year.
Pain is you not listening to me and me giving in to you .
Pain is me hurting all because of you and you choosing to look the other way.
Pain is me.
Pain is whatever I feel whenever I try to pull you up and you wait for whatever other reason to.
Pain is working hard and see no end result.
Pain is...in me. You are too much.
Pain is you.