Dermatitus More Condition_symptoms Tears

Let the night progress, that will be tears. The emptiness of heart will not cure anything, with anything. The saudade, the melancholy, the pain ... The chest is drowning, it's as if you had been stabbed. Suddenly everything seemed so clear, you feel stupid for continuing to deny it, and put the rose-colored glasses to look at life.

these wounds They say time heals them. It is a lie. Not heal, ever. Just learn to live with the load. Your back is bent not to the weight of years, but with pain, with the loss. Do not try to look in the mirror to the woman who went to the girl I am. I am fragile, I have too many ghosts. I mourn, my eyes will not let me.

I should have known it was all too easy.

has almost come August. Now I just want it to end that quick pass. But I can not escape, take refuge under the duvet and go in the world.

I can not forget what I loved, you can not stop loving. It is useless to persist in the impossible. It is also futile to try to forget. I may return spring, now is the winter. I like the trees lose their leaves, the snow starts.

all over. There is only dust, ash, tears. It's time to start collecting the pieces to restart