It's so weird, she stays but I leave.
I need her to be here but I don't apreacciate her.
Without her is feeling like the world and all this hate on my shoulders.
September 14th: the night I would never be the same.
It's much more than unexplainable, but I've got all this on my throat, that I cannot even think if she's still here.
Everything was almost well, why do these things hit us so hard that we cannot even think about anything else and worst of all forget the creator of such beautiful thing as her, my Dad, my Lord, my beloved, the arms I run when I feel like this.
Grace is like oxygen.
I so hate myself sometimes, and now is this time.
I just hold all this inside.
And I can't anymore and not again. Not again the breakthrough, I know You do it because you love me but I just wanna cover myself up with pillows and listen to this song on repeat.
I wanna feel redemption but again all these long nights?