Dead Soul.

Prologue.

Maybe I did not want everything to turn into it, but something  made me change it all. Each memory of the past persecuted me for some time and left no choice but to stay on the spot. At that time, it seemed to me that nothing else would be like destroying myself in the past. Staying there. Each unspoken word to them all shook me at the time, and every part of me asked me to end it all. I remember how I stood and watched over frozen ice in the winter. My legs did not just jump on the rails and finish, which I did not finish very long ago. How would it be that at the end of the fall you would expect ice cold water and the ice itself, hard like a stone? Then something stopped me and maybe right now I'm grateful for that. I did not die, but I continued to share in memories and illusions of true friendship and love. Why did not I die at that time? Now when I ask about those who were part of my life? I always answer that I hate. I admire the pain that was done to me and the words that he really was not. Those words made deep holes in my heart and burned the bigger corpses of the soul, leaving me naked. I was naked in front of them and nobody saved me. They all watched. Watched as I left the damage. Although not all memory was bad. There were some who left a smile on my face and warmth. These are some of the hundreds that even now are worth remembering. Maybe it started with the wrong people? Maybe because I was too good? Maybe, however, because I was new? I knew that this world was not for me, so I boarded it at an early age. By the way, they are now left with memory and hatred. Hate, which destroys something even a chance to believe that everything has changed. At that time, I realized that nothing could be believed. At that time, I realized that the only one you can truly reveal is your own heart and your mother. Those days that brought in the abyss and those people who did not let it out.