lunes, 12 de enero de 2009


Don't try to fix me;
I'm not broken.
Don't try to wake me up;
I'm not sleeping.
Don't talk to me.
Don't you see that I'm not breathing?
You just cannot see me;
I'm invisible.
If you could just touch me...
But I'm all gray and dirty.
Just don't...
'cause all I am without you being happy is just this messy nothingness,
This blue heart that just doesn't cry.
So, please, don't look for me with your eyes;
I'm not in here.
'cause the blue birds that in my mind aren't anymore...
Have flown away, somewhere, when you thought it would be all better without me.
So, please, don't,
Because if you get hurt,
I couldn't exist anymore.

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