Tell me what I've done wrong, 'cause I don't know why you treat me this way.

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@quoting-ting
Tell me what I've done wrong, 'cause I don't know why you treat me this way.
A piece of my heart has been broken again and I don't know how many pieces are left for it to keep working properly.
Odio ponerme triste pensando en ti, cuando sé que yo no paso ni un segundo por tu mente.
Siempre se me rompe un poco el corazón al darme cuenta que yo no te importo como me importas tú. Pero se me rompe más el alma al darme cuenta que realmente no te importo en absoluto.
Avenida 749
Si me ven callada, es porque estoy extremadamente triste, porque yo hablo hasta por los codos cuando soy feliz.
Imagine...
“Only those who care about you, can hear you when you’re quiet.”
— lieinlove
I feel how my heart breaks a little bit every time I look up to the sky and remember you're up there and I'm not.
Cuéntame algo
es horrible no querer molestar a nadie por cómo te sentís, simplemente te aíslas y esperas para sanar
I have this urge to cry so bad sometimes, not just rolling tears beautifully through my cheeks and make pretty nice sobbing sounds, but really cry my heart out, scream and kick things around not matter what, to smash plates and glasses on the walls, to rip of all the courtains from their rods and the sheets from the beds, to crash my fist on my reflection in the mirror again and again and again until my hands are a bunch of blood rolling through muy arms, until I'm not able to look at my face anymore.
Sometimes I want all that so bad, and much more.
But then, I know that I just can't do those things, because I don't want to worry anybody, I don't want to make somebody else feel my sorrrow is their fault. It is just that I can't stand it inside of me no more.
Do you know that feeling?
Solo quiero dormir...