Inteira?

Antes, eu lutava sozinha.
Sozinha, mas forte e inteira.
Isolada, mas forte, consciente e inteira.
Durante, aprendi a confiar nos outros.
aprendi a dar parte de mim às pessoas que me rodeavam.
Dei-lhe a maior. Era para sempre, não havia nada a temer.
Acreditei, voei, sonhei, tive esperança.
e agora luto sozinha, quebrada.
Luto sozinha, isolada.
Em mim gravada a imagem de loba solitária.
Fechada e gelada.
Mesmo falando mantenho-me calada.
Tento voltar a lutar sozinha quando mal me aguento de pé.
Cortaram-se as asas, os pés, as mãos. Foi-me aberto o peito e deixado oco.
Pelas traições e mentiras, gelada!
Estou dormente, não sinto nada. Apenas frio e vontade de dormir.
Faço-me util, num escudo para alguns.poucos que quero proteger.
sonharei, talvez com a segurança em que não mais acredito.
Aguento a voz que me diz...
...és culpada.
...mantém-te fechada.
...mantém a tristeza fechada.
...mantém a solidão encerrada.
...mantém quem és trancada.
...mantém a alma afastada.
...isolada, fechada, afastada de tudo.

mais um dia acaba..hoje sobrevivi... e amanha?
Volto para a cama e fecho os olhos...sonho acordar inteira...

Monster- skillet

The secret side of me, I never let you see

I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it




It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?




I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster




I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster




My secret side I keep hid under lock and key
I keep it caged but I can't control it
'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?




I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster




I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster





It's hiding in the dark, it's teeth are razor sharp

There's no escape for me, it wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream, maybe it's just a dream
Maybe it's inside of me, stop this monster





I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster





I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I've gotta lose control, he something radical
I must confess that I feel like a monster




I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster

Reasons to keep on living:

-there are friends I have not yet met.
-the one for me is still out there somewhere.
-the ones who've hurt me will one day go throught worse than me.
-I want to drive a car
-I want to see the world, travel and meet interesting people.
-There are some who just might still need me.
-I've been trought too much to just die now.
-I want my life, or death, to have a meaning.
-I still have dreams that I hope will come true.
-one day, I'll feel alive again, not just existing like now...

normalmente, tenho tanto para dizer, que as palavras correm como rios nestes textos que ninguem lê.
Normalmente, se me perguntarem, posso responder.
Normalmente, tenho uma desculpa.
Normalmente, não peço desculpa.
Normalmente, tenho paciencia para ouvir os outros.
Normalmente, não deixo k m vejam chorar.
Normalmente:
-enfrento o dia com um sorriso na cara
- gosto de doces
-sinto.me confortavel no frio
- resolvo as coisas km lógica racional. ou tento.
- sou acusada de ser fria, má e insensivel
-gosto de fantasia, mas já aceitei k vivo nesta realidade
-meto.me no meio dos conflitos de outros, tentando resolver tudo com calma...
-ouço e ajudo kem ker k m peça ou chame.
-dou abraços a tda agente. ou pk são necessários ou pk m aptece.
-n gosto que pessoas desconhecidas me tokem.
-prefiro fingir k sou uma cabra insensivel do que dar aos outros o prazer de saberem k m atingiram.
-ataco de volta em vez de apenas me defender


Mas...
-hoje chorei.
-e admiti.
-ao ser atacada, baixei a defesa e deixei k m atingissem.
-nao ajudei ninguem. nem me posso ajudar a mim, como posso apoiar alguem?
-hj pedi desculpa por coisas k não fiz
-hj n cnsegui comer nada
-hj nao tenho desculpa
-hj não consegui sorrir
-hj nao tive paciencia para ninguem
-hj nao pude responder ao k me perguntaram
-hj nao posso nem começar a descrever tudo o que me dói, entao nem tentarei.
-hj kero dormir, dormir para sempre, deixar de sentir, fugir, correr. Até k cada musculo seja capaz de doer mais k isto. Mental breakdown, maybe?
 oh right...i'm not supposed to.

Cute Fairytale^^

There she was, thinking of yesterday.
Her light blonde hair floating in the soft brise of the night.
Fireflies flew around her, litting up the calmness of the black lake ahead.
She stared at him from the distance. But this time, unexpectedly, he walked towards her.
He stopped right in front of her, and looked down at her worried eyes, while she stared into his hazel ones.
Gently, he ran his fingers throught her hair, while they gazed into each other eyes.
Something was wrong, but the pink-eyed princess wouldn't think about it.
He was standing in front of her, running his fingers throught her hair and staring into her eyes, and that was all that mattered.
But with a sudden move, he made her tilt her head to the side.
And with his lips to her ear....he said....
"GET OUT OF MY LIFE"
Then he drew his sword and buryed it in her chest.
As the princess watched the blood pouring out, she looked at him in disbelief...and whispered...
"how could you?"

coisa que escrevi pk m aptceu e n sei k m deu.

Se algum dia deixar que me apanhes... não me deixes cair.
Nunca me prometas nada. Palavras podem ser esquecidas.
Não me digas que me amarás para sempre pois não conheces o amanha. Toca-me na mão e mostra-me o agora.
Não quero mais cicatrizes causadas pelos pedaços de promessas quebradas e memórias abandonadas.
Quero paz, quero encontrar-te.
E quando eu duvidar de mim....abraça-me.
E quando eu duvidar de ti...olha-me nos olhos e mostra-me que tais duvidas são infundadas.
E quando eu tiver frio...fica perto de mim.
Para que uma chama nos proteja de tudo o que está lá fora.
Não me peças nada, e de boa vontade te darei tudo.
Meu anjo, só tu me poderás acalmar quando tudo à minha volta for destruído às minhas mãos. Mas quererás tu fazê-lo?
Meu cavaleiro de armadura brilhante, onde estás?
Quem és?
Aparece, pfv...mostra-me que há algo mais do que dor e desespero.

Traz-me para a vida.

E faz-me acreditar que talvez a realidade supere a imaginação..

Para sempre tua...eu.

Teories about Love

Today we're gonna be talking about love ^^

Love, what is love?

"Love is fire that burns without being seen"

Wrong. Love is like acid that eats you from the inside out, making you weak and breakable.

Love will tear down the armor of the toughest warrior, will show the weak spots of the snekiest rogue.

Love will fill your mind with promises and dreams....lies.

Love will make you dependant of someone else.

You will long to be with your loved one, the acidness will calm down for a bit and you'll be able to fly. But wouldn't it be better to keep your feet on the ground? you will fly higher and higher, but in a moment your wings will be painfully cut off and you'll fall face-floor.

In a word "over" you'll see the reality beyond the illusion: it was all a lie, and with enough time, it will be nothing more than a blurry memory.

Only the less visible scars remain, the less visible ones. Your eye color has changed, your toughts will no longer be inocent.

Love, and it's ending, have changed you, tainted you, killed you. You find yourself sinking in despair and asking for hope, until you understand hope is also a lie. The world is getting less real and you're dieing with it. After all, you gave up your own ideals a long time ago.

You once said drinking to get drunk was stupid, but you've done it.

You once said cheating made no sense, but you've done it.

You once said sex without true love was stupid and meaningless, but, you worthless bitch, you've done it!

People will judge you regardless of yourself, no matter what you do or say or feel. So is it really worth it?

You are dead, you are worthless. You loved once but what did that love gave you?

The ability and curse of trusting no one, because everyone lies, and everyone will hurt you sooner or later. Your heart is not even breached anymore, let alone broken. Why? because tis just not there anymore. you'll wish you had the srenght to kill yoiurself and finish it all.

Instead, you'll keep on wandering alone, forever alone, lost in darkness and searching for hope.