The cry of my mother's all I'm hearing. My ears will not take stupid painful hearing those words where they came from.
I hate my skin to make me feel this pain and madness to stop me to say what's inside of me, the feeling of sadness and anger at myself.
I can feel my adrenaline when she calls me stupid or stupid and ends in punch the wall in my room, after having wounded and weak. But I am weaker than in reality my hands because I can not help myself.
I was slapped again and nearly punched by my mother's hand. The feeling was so strong .. made me cry. I still feel the pain in his right cheek and the pain in my chest ... inside my chest.
But with all this pain, I love my mother very much, but I do not want you to know. I really do not want you to know.
I am waiting one day she came up to me and say that I love. But in reality, is nothing but a dream.
I said what I feel about us but nothing happened .. I was slapped again.
I cry, coz 'I need to feel his loving arms rather than heavy hand of blood from my heart.
Do not you hear my heart?
Me: an animal. My mother said this a thousand times. I'm really an animal?
We need to be? I take the pain and give a smile? I need to feel those painful words? And 'this is my life?
These wounds can heal wounds, but not disappear. I need God because I am broken.
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