quarta-feira, julho 26, 2006

Pain

My heart is bleeding. I feel hurt. Heartache. I'm suffering. I can't stay away from my love for such a time so long like this. It's not fair. I want scream. There is a knot in my chest... it's so damned worse than last night... need freedom. Freedom of love. Seems like if someone had pushed a little sword in and played with it. It's torturingly. Deadly, painly and fuckin' awful. It's horrible, kind of pain that don't go so fast which you wish. Make it go, love.