its about 17th i life, how i get trough my problem, how i cried and how i know that i'm happy. My life, isn't easier as everyone sees. I cried alone, i could die on my tought(s) and thats all alone. I have taste how the pain was, how the dissapoint was, the taste of being love, to fall in love, and to get hurt. But its okay, its about 2-3 years, finally i could lived my life. I could see the happiness on pain, i could see the learn behind fall. I could feel positive; even tough i know its hurt me, or i can't even think i could make it. After make a war to my own self. After fight against my own self. Finally i could love myself. I could fix (even tough still on progress) i could fix myself. I know my problem is hard, but everyone have a problem. They can make it, so why can't i? My only problem is i have scars. I have demons inside me and no one know, i can't even leave it even if i want to. My only problem is my mind who could make it harder. Who make me sees ...
sometimes write could heal, could kill, and i let them both do things to me.