Descrizione
I hate and love, you ask me why I do it, I don’t know, but it hurts me”. I’m exhausted and I don’t have the energy, the will to get up, the world outside is waiting for me, it doesn’t stop and it’s raw, vile, evil, I imagine the eyes that scrutinize me and make me feel that I am not part of this life, of these superficial people who surround me, those who love me hold out their hand but the help is in vain because I don’t want help, I need to suffer in peace. I need me just as I am.
Mourning has destroyed me, the days pass, they are all the same, but that’s okay, I don’t want anyone to pick me up, I face the pain of living that I should have faced a long time ago. I hate myself and I love myself.
