It is healing. So don't ask me if I'm ok. I am ok just for you to know that I won't do the same. But I am not ok. It's been a fucking week. It's all locked since the burial. I never cried again untill THIS morning. It's not fucking ok. It hurts and it will... Forever. So you can quit trying to ask that. I appreciate. Don't try to make me laugh though; if you love me, if you wanna be with me, stay close to me, hear me crying, but don't try to make feel fucking better.
And yes, I'm still talking about death. Death starts over and over again everyday inside of me. And inside of you. You just don't fucking see it.
NUMB
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário