I was in love of life.
Or the idea of it.
I used to think it was wonderful.
I used to feel good with it.
With my life.
Sometimes I used to dream that I controlled it.
It was like the most important dream of all possible dreams.
I needed the control.
I always did.
But, because there’s always a but,
control your life, is like try to control a car without brakes.
You give your best, but you never succeed,
You never stop the car, the car stop you.
I always hear about people who thought love was the most amazing
thing ever happen.
I always thought it was life.
Without life there’s no love.
Life was amazing.
But when you realize that you never control it,
And you don’t have that power.
Life begin to feel like a burden.
A burden you want to throw away.
A burden you wish to throw away.
I was happy.
This depression thing, began just a couple of months ago.
With a song.
You may say I am crazy.
Who gets depressed with a song?
Well, the true, and it is the true.
Is that I didn’t get depressed for that.
I did it, because that song, reminds me something, I wish I never have to remind again.
So yeah, you can said it.
That’s a fucking bad song.
A terrible one.
By: Fran :D
- JoinedNovember 15, 2013