“Mi vida como en un teatro” , leído por mí


Esto tengo yo. Vedlo

Esto para el resto de la vida. Comparto casi todo menos el final, ella se hace cortes, yo trato de suiciame. Ella tiene marido, yo estoy mas sola en muchos sentidos y sin un duro, 

Os pregunto

Cuando no le encuentras sentido a la vida y te dicen que te espera esto de por vida pero mas duro, y vas al grupo de terapia y ves mujeres preparadas, guapa, totalmente solas, llorando, sin vida y supermedicadas. Te preguntas. ¿Vivir?. Para esto. Pensad. Para nunca volver a sonreir y difrutr y destruir lo que tengo alrededor


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Have you ever felt that this dark situation  is endless , with ups and downs,  but without end?

 ~  by Dream’Espe

Another more day

It said that distance is , and that time heals everything.
And who said that? Who only had one strong disappointment in his life?
That is not to take away importance, but the accumulated pain that overflows through all the pores of my skin, that is not the same or similar when life has filled you with disappointments and you’ve only had a moment or two in which like that Happiness wanted to come to see you, but only to laugh at you, poor naive, in my heart began to show a ray of hope, not knowing that my true lightning is the lash that falls in a hurricane storm, with torrential waters that They take everything there is in their path. Poor me. Time does nothing more than heal badly healed wounds, preventing new skin from growing there and leaving visible to yourself and strangers the damage I once suffered.

I write this having a tea when I leave the psychiatrist, as always, alone, I always go alone to the doctors, even to the emergency room, the ambulance would take me to the hospital. And always the odious question, do not you have someone to take you? No, and who cares? My 85 year old mother, and good friends who care about you. No, pussy, no. I am alone, I come alone and I will go alone. That is one of the reasons for how I am.

12/19/2016 Dreams’Espe

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