There is a war in all the heads, and there is a war in mine as well. It is hard to let it go, and nobody will ever understand it.
Somehow if I could explain it any better, I am pretty sure I would. I thought I am good with words, but the truth is I never been well with it. Right now I feel like I want to be in somewhere else, some place where trees speak louder than the people. A cold wind is always better than a cold voice.
Witty people without hearts have always had a lead on me. I don’t want them to shower me with words made of knives. I am not strong enough for all the voices, I am not strong enough to face those people, but yes sure I am a good pretender. It is hard, for god sake it is but I am stronger for it.
I don't know whether they can see all the changes that have come over me in these last few days. I have been afraid that I might drift away.
That made me think about where I came from and that's the reason why I feel so far away today.