What to do??
I am the one who walks alone... I am the shadow everyone tries to ignore... I am a thought on someone's desiring for sin... I am the red rose of a bouquet of Tulips... I am the one who the night hurts... I'm the one who cries in silence long gone Eras... I am the one who loves without being stuck... I can't fight anymore against all these storms... I can't try again to be fighting laziness in the sense to change my way. I can't do the role of being someone else anymore. I can't make sense even for myself... I am sure everyone understands I am highed in this right moment and it could be a tragedy of headshoted suicide and a goodbye letter and, for everyone around, I would be just highed writing this... "Pain... Pain... It just won't goes away... Why?... Mom... Mom... She just left with a strange man... Where did she gone?... My gay lover is trying to fish all my attention out... What does he wants from me? Does he love me?..." Thoughts like this, c...