hope [Theme]

I myself miss: my view of the world was new and fresh,
And I did not go over the edge, me false hopes.
But the mask suddenly changed face and my world cracked at the seams.
I was so afraid to change that fear to streamu called.
I have forgotten how to be happy and smile detail.
Prefer silence in vain words...

Sometimes you need the sea to drown hope.

Sitting forward now, although well aware that nothing steamed the grains of the millions... stupid and silly... Life goes on, just not my thing, and I'm not her...

My hopes fucking love to play in suicide. They jump to their deaths on the pavement.

I'm tired of worry and tormented by doubts. Still everything remains the same. And as if there is no future and can't go back. Now you just want a loud cry : about what we had and what will never come true about what we say and what is not when it will hear from people close to us. Just to with tears left and the pain.