There is always an emotion killed in a broken heart.

Everything has changed since you entered the day in my life,
but when you left, I wanted to leave the game,
I am present without a future, which is tough son of a rule
Life is but a history of shit too short
sometimes I think and I would not never have been born
Penalties I sank into a sea that is overflowing,
and I have already swallowed too much salt water,
I am nothing to the world, the world is nothing for me.

I thought in taking my life away, but there wasn't enough courage,
before was a cowardly kid
I am ashamed of my weak thoughts,
Fragile minds,
break when in contact with thousands of hard times,
These moments in distress,
dissimulation with weeping after what both hard
want to take what is not yours,
accept pridefull,
with a closed fist blow show your pain,
eager to fill the black hole you left,
inside me is pain, hate and love
missed by me and let me go,
after pounding my feelings do not stop TO MOURN.

Already! Not, not believe in anything because of you.
You! I never felt that I feel it for you EVER!
I thought at infinity, for once in life,
and saw its end came, my wound opened up much more.

Dear this is my farewell to you,
i hate my hatred
BUT FUCK I met you! !
I'm happy, but it only lasts a few seconds
you know that for this child:
You were much more than a world.

You keep this music box with my memories,
one of the house, pictures of which have died,
my body feels empty and lonely,
killed without feelings in this broken heart.

Some things are lost and can not find a why,
There are obstacles that can make you fall,
there are times when you want to come out all
There is always an emotion killed in a broken heart.

There is a dead feeling in my vital organ,
my heart prisoner died in a music box,
forgetting is fooling oneselfe DO NOT LIE TO YOUSELF
I hope to see if my heart awake.

Despite everything we have to go on this side of the glass,
in which only be removed from all evil,
All , we all have a story to tell
and an almost perfect story but with final
evade yourself with your vices,
I have dreams, nightmares in which I was choking.
Since that day, I seek your fancy kisses,
I would say that the penalty in this flowing melody,
with my voice, but without enthusiasm killed by loneliness,
I still remember that goodbye, goodbye to that cold.

Am i sick from my eyes?? Because now everything is different color,
I can not sleep at night for fear lost love,
Walking now without answers, without hope and without faith,
it's also true is sad ------- yesterday,
the past is remembered in the present,
I want a future away from fear and harm that people do,
and it is normal that I feel bound as a prisoner,
if I've never seen the light on this path, but I want! !
Leave me alone I do not want your false compassion
the superficiality of the people my bitter heart
which continues to beat, but without effect.
Sometimes I want to remember, mourn for what I have experienced,
but no, I do not want more bitter experiences
paranoies for you, but my charges are
with which I can not charge,
am unable to stand,
things go together, however, I still walk.
My way, I will be writing my destination,
I do not believe in divine beings,
That does not exist just because the magic trick.
I am already dissapointed with the life that touched me.
I have one, I nailed a thousand thorns,
I can not do anything I do not believe in fairy tales.
I am not saying that is forever
I say that now,
because when I'm bad pass slower times.
Melancholy has helped me out around the outside,
the fury that is no longer asleep inside the controller.
I wish I could, forget it exists,
I want to come back to be me who vanished,
I am going, I have a devil and want to quit,
and leave a body that does not stop suffering.

Beat a face mask is hiding in its shell,
This is your last warped in your heart,
Photo broken memories remain dead your memory.
Memories are still without a penalty and glory
and I want to forget so many things,
but it costs so much,
spines are facing and make you remember crying,
I forget, I want to sleep, not to wake up,
Let me find an infinite welfare REST
Finally and my view is close
that I take a picture but dead
into oblivion, save your picture and your cards empty,
full of words, just lying.
And it is my fairy tale,
was lost in solitude,
in a sad silence in a sea that I want to drown,
a call to be shut down,
I remember a broken,
your photos are feelings that no longer feel dead.

I wonder why i remember you?
If I want to forget you.
Why when i gave you everything you stopped loving me.
Sometimes I ask my subconscious,
that the fund is that there is a part of me that I understand.
For me it was a very slow and painful death.
Of all black roses were the most beautiful.
You dared entering into an almost impenetrable heart
and we started with a heart that was not from anyone.

I have endured so much so that neither you think.
This is already being marginalized, withers
and does not want to move from page
magic is in my heart hurts,
shades and penalties that increase my pain,
is to want to forget yourself be fooled,
open your eyes and try to see beyond what you see.
Love is to want you above all else
know that the person feel a special history,
fancy.

Beginning the end of my recollection,
an open paradisse withered after the crystal. I am dead! !
I remember that perhaps one last goodbye,
I want to erase from my mind what this body has suffered.
Ignorance makes the happiness, the sages say,
I remember your lips goodbye and forget that,
but oblivion is a trap to deceive himself.
My feelings on the death of heart launched into the abyss,
I wonder: who cares to remember me?
when my order, I will bring my story,
that emotion died when my heart was broken.
I'm sick my life is in danger of extinction !!!!!!!
Does not pump blood or late, it makes no sense,
why the road if I died and my destination.
Your story, why I left out?
I remember every night the day I let go.
But you separate me from your arms,
and now I feel sadness because I felt like your rejection.
Times change slowly
But forgetting is not easy,
Why so strong that burden, if put in the box fragile?
It was like a small child,
I remember your sweet scent,
my heart was your fault and is now in coma.
Forgetting is misleading, because the heart does not feel,
because there is always a sense died in a broken heart.

If you have awakened ...