"Oh mom, please, make it stop. Make it disappear, make it never  be here, make the pain fade away. Make the pain go away, it is just too strong and it keeps coming back. Oh mom, please protect me, please help me, please make it stop. Make the time fly and be far from the calendar.

Oh mom, please make it stop, or make it be good, or glue back my heart. Please help me, make it stop. It seems like I struggle everyday, but it is not worth anyway, and I keep my eyes shut and my mouth sewn, but my hears open and I can still feel.

Make it stop, make it realize, make me can try again. Make it stop, make me get back up again, and make him comeback."

Já andava a pensar em escrever isto há alguns dias...

Um amigo meu disse-me:

"Sara, aquilo que te faz especial não é o que as pessoas acham mas mesmo o que tu és, e eu vejo-te por quem és por outros olhos, não os olhos julgadores do mundo. One day you will be happy :)"

E eu acho que ele tem razão.