When the death of one is the begging of others
Why am i waiting for your last words of comfort?
I want to get that last letter to ask me to happy and healthy,
To read that you missed me as much I missed you.
My question is why i am not able to stop thinking about it?
Why i need this assurance that you love me and missed me?
I hate myself because I still waiting for it...
Sometimes i have scares in my skin, i poked them and open them again.
I dont know why.... maybe in that way the pain is able to run out of my body...
I want to cry out loud and find a purpose in my life,
At this moment, my only reason is to show them that i am able to survive alone...
That i don't need them..
But i do need my dad, my brother and my grandma...
Why am i waiting for your last words of comfort?
I want to get that last letter to ask me to happy and healthy,
To read that you missed me as much I missed you.
My question is why i am not able to stop thinking about it?
Why i need this assurance that you love me and missed me?
I hate myself because I still waiting for it...
Sometimes i have scares in my skin, i poked them and open them again.
I dont know why.... maybe in that way the pain is able to run out of my body...
I want to cry out loud and find a purpose in my life,
At this moment, my only reason is to show them that i am able to survive alone...
That i don't need them..
But i do need my dad, my brother and my grandma...
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