Suicide craving I sometimes suicidal, and I imagine breakdowns and depressions that fill my heart with anxiety bittersweet. Are gasps which I think sometimes I do live, because there's nothing like a knife rajándote the chest at heart level.
I played with my heart, take it out of the chest and threw it in the bins, then gathered it, as good a coward I am and what devolvíaa place, you never know what I could happen without him.
Then there were days when it was first passed in the street, I liked to play to give away my life to a beautiful smile or a kind that they hid behind a fierce predator. It was a suicide.
And if sometimes I remain, as does a TIC TAC without a clock, I think how my life would be if I dejases, and anxious I would ask you were you not with another, I I would still be loving and would do anything as long as you were with me a little more, just a little more ...
After all this I end up feeling bad because nobody likes to grind the heart, and I have to save face and eat what I feel that I have learned to flagellar my stupid inconsistencies.