Literature
I will be a butterfly
What should i say now?
What for should i fight?
For the beauty, friends or love? Whan I wanna just die?
I have no importaint thing
that would catch my heard
Whan I do the things i do, and whan i fall apart.
I dont care about the love
love? i dont realy feel
I live with people around me coz i cant disappear
They said I am interrupted
my father "minus amount"
So theres no missing without me, however i count.
But I dont wanna kill my self
As I tried times before
I will live on with no new hope and nothing to adore.
My life has no sense
I stopped loving art too
I just must breath, sometimes sleep and eat, and that all i do.
That