Slave of freedom

Scars in my life

In the middle of the pain my day literally turn into gray,
Then it began to rain and my heart claim for nor more spiritually pain,
Rather to be heartless
instead of feeling careless.

Having someone on your side is like having nobody in your life
So I whisper to my mind lets move out right now
My heart ask permission to speak and he asked how.

My mind and heart are in battle for months
Wondering how to end with the
hurts
End with the scars, that have me in dark days.

Comentarios2

  • Syol Parra

    ...some times you win by being careless... smart way to avoid being hurt ...

  • SoldierG

    Deep, love it ❤



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