Where are you that touched my wounds without them opening? Where are you who thinks I runned away when I was running from Ghosts? Where did you go? Can I reach you if I run from here, right now? It would be amazing to split the way by your side. I could tell you my story... I would do my best to seem less confusing, or troubled!
I would speak about the parts that hurt me. And take the risk of exposing myself by pointing out every detail that matters. Oh, my darling, I lived so many horrors that I'm afraid, too afraid of them repeating. I feel a constant fear of having my weakness exposed.
Please try to understand: I knew a lot of dirt.
Not because I wanted to. Actually, I didn't want to, but they chose not to hear me. I was clean, and suddenly I was dirty. First, they blocked my mouth from screaming. And held me so strong ... that I could not escape.
Oh, it's so much thing. I think I'd get lost in the beggining. But truth is that, from that moment on, I always run away. Cause people seem evil and I'm not used to good things happening to me.
Forgive me... please, for the good I have not done. I was looking throw your good eyes and trying to find some devil inside. I was too afraid of the potential bad you could also do to me.
