Esta Vida Me Pide Tanto Y Yo Me Siento Tan Poco.

tengo el alma hecha pedazos

We were made for each other, but we ended up apart.

I can't stand my own thoughts

Life is literally not worth living

I’m so tired

"but you survived" it would've been better if I hadn't

I don’t live, I exist. Within my solitude, I cry, I scream, and no one ever hears

hiding pain is another pain

"لا أحد يتم إرساله بالصدفة إلى أي شخص ، كل هذا مكتوب."

"No one is sent by accident to anyone, it’s all written."

and suddenly, again, I feel really tired, as if the world is draining me of everything i ever had