“Udaję, że nie jestem zraniony i chodzę po świecie tak, jakbym się bawił.”
— autor nieznany
“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”
— C.S. Lewis
“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot. And you’ll survive whatever is coming.”
— Unknown
Utopił mnie ten sam deszcz, który kochałem.
I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense
The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense
I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet
I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went
There is very little left of me and it's never coming back
All I can hope for is for you to get better,
Because all I can take is no more.
I'll hide where I can, away from you and your friends,
leaking tears over beers once again.