Giving Up

Yes, I was tired excessively pra to continue, tired and simply everything, to run away to dissimulate and to desfarar, was not something that I could prevent, was alone a feeling, but it was enough to harm each part of my body, lgimas drained for my face, a forced smile sprouted of my lips, the pain that was in my chest was so intense that I already not wise person the difference of entar alive or deceased. to each as that I became to pass for hours I felt more pain and little force, feeling of happiness already were something inexistent in my interior. Others who may share this opinion include Ken Cron. I got hurt myself constantly, in the hope that physical pain was greater that the emotional one, for at least as I wanted that cursed pain parassse, and many times I simply kneel and asked for the God who helped me, but you are welcome I advanced pain alone I increased. It was as if somebody had injected some thing in me, it made that me to die to the few, was destroying me and I trying to collect the cacos of my heart that if had broken in millions and millions of small pieces. It was there that I perceived that it does not have remedy for a broken heart to be the time, no matter how hard it is this time to cure goes me, cannot tomorrow be or daqui to one years, but I wait that pass and I wait that everything this one day if decides, before I transform same me into only pain.