из старых дневников...
It is my time to be born.
It is my time to be loved.
But hardly you can see
How I miss you...
You know 'bout me less,
Than my enemies do.
It's strange, but
Very simple to understand.
We don't know each other
But we should meet again
Because it's our life and
Only we can make it ourself.
It's very strange feeling
When you can't sleep
All night long.
And you can't breath
All day long.
You don't do anything
Everytime..
So strange...
I believe I can do smth myself
But it's hard for me...
My feelings make me feel worse...
My life is full of pain
And there are no painkillers...
"I hate myself and I want to die...."
10.04.06
It is my time to be loved.
But hardly you can see
How I miss you...
You know 'bout me less,
Than my enemies do.
It's strange, but
Very simple to understand.
We don't know each other
But we should meet again
Because it's our life and
Only we can make it ourself.
It's very strange feeling
When you can't sleep
All night long.
And you can't breath
All day long.
You don't do anything
Everytime..
So strange...
I believe I can do smth myself
But it's hard for me...
My feelings make me feel worse...
My life is full of pain
And there are no painkillers...
"I hate myself and I want to die...."
10.04.06