Broken
It's not what I'm thinking right now, is much more
than it,
It's...how I feel every day. How I'm surviving, how am
I when everybody is smiling and laughing at something that hasn't got sense?
Now I'm sad. Yes. And nobody is next to you to hug you. I'm glad with the people
that give you cyber hugs, but they are far, far away from you. We are alone in
this world? Yes we are. Now we should be brave, but it is not easy for me.
Isn't easy for many of us. Every day! Every day we are living, we are suffering
as well. Many people tell me to smile and have fun because there people that
haven't got the way we are living. Am I been a selfish person? Am I stupid? I
should be glad of the life I have... But I am not.
When you...and no another person, are crying, or
suffering you don't really care about the others. You just think in you, just
because in those moments the person who needs help is you, no another person. I
say this because now, one between a million people is suffering. And there
isn't anybody to hug me. I used to don't say it to nobody, to silence my
feelings, and emotions, but I'm fragile and I quickly broke up.
My family is my family but I think this
problem...can't be solved by them, I'd try to speak with the few friends I have.
But now what I need is to express these feelings. I don't care whose are
reading my post, they are humans too. They must know how somebody feels. How I
feel. And this is not one day. It happens often. And there is nothing I can do
to solve it. I can't give up being who I am. It's just me. Don't tell me I can
change, because I can't.
I’m broken.
Vicky
