Sometimes people just live their life, which is completely understandable, but...what about all those people who can't live their life even when they want to? All those people who have been treated badly por life and they can't get over it? We all should be able to live our lifes, you know? No matter what. But sometimes people can't and that's not even the worst part, the worst part is that people who can live their lifes, don't care about people that can't, and that's...that's sad and I don't about you, but that hurts me, it hurts me as hell.
My cantar is of pain like a caged bird...
I can write, I can sing about it, but if nobody else wants to change it, then what's the point? every word I've written in my life is with pain, pain because I have to see a world filled with hate. People don't care about anything anymore.
How I can smile decently? with hunger and pain of so many people in mind. News: up: envy and greed. Fall: love, truth and justice...
How? how can I pretend like everything is okay when I know that it's not okay, because I see news and almost everything is bad. Is anybody else tired? because I am, I'm tired of have to see how the world and all of us are killing people and it seems like nobody cares...I'm tired...
When my soul is black and nothing pleased me, there are no tears in my eyes, but I cry every day...
I'm happy sometimes, but that doesn't mean the pain I feel is gone...because it's with me everyday, I can't forget about something so important so easily, I can't.
There is mais hate at first sight than platonic love...
Sometimes we hate because is easy, we don't care because is easy, but life is not easy, is not about taking the easy choice, you have to go through tough things, it's life! but of course, we all need help to still breathing, we need hope, a light, someone who can help you, someone who, when you're feeling weak, makes you feel strong. We need love...
I live in a world where freedom has a price, ensure that your words will be better than silence...
Don't use bad words, sometimes these words hurt people, I know that everyone or almost everyone hate someone, I know I do, and it's hard not to be mean to them, but try, there is the beauty, in trying.
To see the arco iris, arco-íris you have to endure the rain...
I'm tired, but I still believe. I believe people are gonna realize about everything is happening and there are people who already did. So, as tired as I am, I'm not gonna give up, because all those person who aren't living their lifes are waiting for someone who can help them to live their lifes, and I hope someday I can help them...real help them, because we all deserve it, we all deserve to life our lifes, because we all the same, we might not have the same eye color, we don't live in the same country, we don't speak the same language and so on. But we all have the same problem and we all can help each other.
I started this artigo with the word "sometimes" and I'm finishing it with the word "Someday" because I hope someday we all can live our lifes, we all can be free...Someday...
My cantar is of pain like a caged bird...
I can write, I can sing about it, but if nobody else wants to change it, then what's the point? every word I've written in my life is with pain, pain because I have to see a world filled with hate. People don't care about anything anymore.
How I can smile decently? with hunger and pain of so many people in mind. News: up: envy and greed. Fall: love, truth and justice...
How? how can I pretend like everything is okay when I know that it's not okay, because I see news and almost everything is bad. Is anybody else tired? because I am, I'm tired of have to see how the world and all of us are killing people and it seems like nobody cares...I'm tired...
When my soul is black and nothing pleased me, there are no tears in my eyes, but I cry every day...
I'm happy sometimes, but that doesn't mean the pain I feel is gone...because it's with me everyday, I can't forget about something so important so easily, I can't.
There is mais hate at first sight than platonic love...
Sometimes we hate because is easy, we don't care because is easy, but life is not easy, is not about taking the easy choice, you have to go through tough things, it's life! but of course, we all need help to still breathing, we need hope, a light, someone who can help you, someone who, when you're feeling weak, makes you feel strong. We need love...
I live in a world where freedom has a price, ensure that your words will be better than silence...
Don't use bad words, sometimes these words hurt people, I know that everyone or almost everyone hate someone, I know I do, and it's hard not to be mean to them, but try, there is the beauty, in trying.
To see the arco iris, arco-íris you have to endure the rain...
I'm tired, but I still believe. I believe people are gonna realize about everything is happening and there are people who already did. So, as tired as I am, I'm not gonna give up, because all those person who aren't living their lifes are waiting for someone who can help them to live their lifes, and I hope someday I can help them...real help them, because we all deserve it, we all deserve to life our lifes, because we all the same, we might not have the same eye color, we don't live in the same country, we don't speak the same language and so on. But we all have the same problem and we all can help each other.
I started this artigo with the word "sometimes" and I'm finishing it with the word "Someday" because I hope someday we all can live our lifes, we all can be free...Someday...