I just want to quit.
To say, "it´s enough" and go back to the place I used to call home.

I got something and I let it go.
I when I got it bak, I lost it again.
When I thought I had it back, and freaking bad idea made me lose it again.

My clothes smells like him, my hair keeps being messy because of him and my heart keeps racing when I remember his lips on my neck.

Maybe writting this shit is the only thing that keeps me alive.
To not go mad or nuts.
To remember who I am, and where am I going.

To realice the mistakes I do again and over again.

I don't have anything left, I lost the first person I loved, I lost the first true friends I had.
They all replace me, they replace me with new people, and now the new one it's me.

No more stories to tell, no more cool stuff happening, only fake smiles like I care about what they are saying, while in the inside I feel like thousands of needles hurting my heart.