Writing eases the pain, that pain in the heart i always feel. That constant pain of realizing every day that i am alone. That i am all by myself.
It can't be helped anymore, lying to me is getting harder as everyone turns their back. They don't only turn their backs to my pain, but to my help, to my love, To my everything.
Last year was better, like a wonderful lie, but i believe it's over. I am sorry.
