DOWN ON THE BOTTOM It could have been different! I often say that. I'm not the kind of person who feels sorry for herself or has depressions but well, sometimes it comes to me and then I must ask myself : What did I do wrong? I know it could have been different ... but then I realize that nothing is like it seems to be. Friends try to cheer me up and they say they do understand me, but they don't. How could they understand me if they are not me? People often say they understand but they don't ... no one understands ...
And suddenly you start to feel this pain near to your heart and then you realize that the difference between friendship and love, you find out that kisses are not always true, that promises can be broken and goodbye is always forever ... but still, it could have been different!
This isn't as hard as I thought it would be ... it's harder ...
You think it hurts to die! I think it hurts so much more to stay alive!
And I know that what doesn't kill you ... will only make you wanna die!
I often think that we were born to hate.
The only pain I am scared of is to feel nothing at all ... |