And all of you stop crying. I still remember all the broken doors, the ghost faces painted on windows crying blood while you laugh, the unknown hugging faces running away while I'm dying in the bed or even in a filthy floor, the last hour hug trip cancelled, and the heart stomped far away from home return into to ashes inside a pretty box. I will never find it again, it's all dust in the wind.
Also, I can't understand why everyone now decided to be kind with me.You all should know, I don't trust in those beautiful words. If you think a bit more, it only makes even more harder to me leaving you. I dress in black everyday for you, not for me.
This way, death can't be painful anymore.
Goodbye today
I'll ask you to be true'