Sometimes i feel weird..
Like the lone flying of a bird..
Sometimes i feel weak..
Like the day of My birth
Sometimes i feel like a child..
Although I’m a young depresive woman sitting on a chair.
Sometimes I’m the Little girl obsessed with coffee, other times I’m the teenage lost in her memorias And thoughs.. or the older woman who Is stressed out with life
That’s why My heart was broken And My mind been rotten.. My soul it’s empty And sometimes i just want to hide in alone the darkness after a simple interaction.. it’s like a rest to Lullaby myself.. And get the action over..