hey

Per tanto tempo ho pensato di avere un'origine depressa, di quella depressione che genera tranquillamente e poco empaticamente un mondo poco attento alla sensibilità. In realtà sono perdutamente innamorata della vita, fieramente onnivora e con tanta voglia di imparare. Ed essere diversi a questo mondo è una grande prova di follia, e di coraggio. Ma sii te stesso, sempre, buffo, senza senso.. e va bene così. Un giorno l'accetterai. Benvenuto nell'isola dei giocattoli difettosi.

sabato 28 novembre 2020

Are you still there?

Hi.. Do you receive me? Are you still there? I'm.. yes you know. I don't know if you can answer me. Maybe you don't. Maybe you don't want. So.. I thought about I was not clearly good with my friends; I've hidden me to people and I never asked to them an help. I'm not helpless, I only would like to show my self-confidence part. Maybe I think is more helpful for others that the depressive one. not for me, obviously. But, sometimes if I look behind me and I think that I could trust more, in the past. I could try. Maybe that wasn't the right idea, but sure the opposite one is going to kill me in few years. Sometimes I don't ask help because I believe that I can be a disturb. Sometimes because I don't want to seem weak. But who's weak? We are all weaks if we do all stuff by our self. We make mistakes, a lot more, without friends. Without helps. People needs to feel useful for others. It become a responsibility. 

Do you hear me? are you tired? are you bored? I cannot scream but I would like to.. Sometimes people don't understand if you don't show how you are. I keep all inside of me. It's easy but hard. You live with an huge weight. Nobody cares. All is going well. 

I don't really know, I can't use words like "never" or "always", I'm 23 yo so, I wish to live others time still.  But sometimes I ask to me if  there is someone who will go beyond all my protections and says " Oh my god, but you are so weak. Jesus, why didn't you ask me before? You need help. Take it. Let people loves you."

You're a good listener, if you there. Now, I got to go. To bed. All world goes so fast, all people leaves me. I stay here, every time. Like a ghost. I'm a broken girl, but you don't want to see it. Because you need me to grow up like a peluche. I'm not changing. I stay. I stayed. 

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