Getting Better

Well,
I guess I'm getting better og this depretion.
Don't feel so sad,
So alone,...
But I still have this feelings,
Just,
They aren't so deep like they used to be.
Now,
I feel a bit more free,
I feel like a bird,
That was closed in a jail
And now he is free to sprew his wings.
It's a espetacular sensation.
A freedom sensation.
I can't remember he last time I've felt this way.
...
But it's great.
Wonder why I've been in "jail" so long...
But it doesn't matter,
I'm almost free!
Almost...
Almost because I, sometimes, still feeling sad,
And alone,...
But now,
It's more rarely,
Because I feel that I have friends,
A lot of them,
If I don't have one beside me,
I have others.
It's great have friends,
Because they are part of life.
Its impossible to live without them.

Alone(Again)

All alone again, it looks like there's nothing more left for me,...
Well, this is normal, unless for me,
This is kind of sad, but,... this is my life, be alone with my book, my draws, my music,...
But what can I do?
I realy think that there's nothing that I can do, I think that, I need somebody to change me, because I need friends and company to change my mind, my habits,... my personalaty.
But the problem is, that nobody notice that, that I need somebody to be changed... This is becoming a bit confused... =P well,...the ideia I want to give you is that been alone can be horreble, but in other times it's the only way we have to understand why we are like this.

Part of My Story

I'm feeling sad,
I feel like myself worths nothing,
Like, I'm doing nothing around here,
Like there's nothing left for me,
When, I was a child,
I've thought a funny thing,
I've thought:
"In the Futur,
I'll be remembered as the Godess or a Saint of Sadness"(lol)
I've thought that,
Because this Era begun in that year,
I've changed school,
Change friends,
Changed everything in my life,
And I begun to feel sad,
And alone,
Because I couldn't talk with others,
I felt very shy,
So,
I just stop beeing so social,
And I begun to be the person that I am now.
This is just a bit of my story,
But it is the most relevant part of it,...
Until now.
Maybe some day,
I'll wright about all my stoty,
Or,
Until the end ,
Of the person.


Dedicated to my ex-schoolmates(4th,5th,6th,7th,and 8th school years)

My Self, My Life...

Now,
I'm feeling realy sad, Alone, Without friends.
But it isn't true,
I have them,
But I don't have them with me all the time.
But still,
It doesn't confort me.
There are people that are always joking with me.
But they don't notice,
That they are hurting me,
Hurting my heart,
And my soul.
All of this,
Make me hate my self,
More and more,
Day after day.
But no one cares,
They play with eatch others,
They talk about what happen or what they've done,
But me...
They don't recall that I'm there,
And put me outside,
Even without noticing.
But the fawlt isn't their,
It's mine...I think so...
I'm just not inside of what they think,
They say,...everything.
And that makes me sad .
I some times think that I'm the most sad person of the world.
Sad and stupid.
All I do,
All I say,
It allways sound me like jokes.
But,
The worst thing is,
When I tell why I'm sad or something,
Everyone laughts,
Because they think I'm joking,
Or,
What I've said is stupid.
But I am how I am,
And the people just don't acept me how I am.
I, somtimes,
Wish I could be diferent,
More confident,
More hard,
Not so shy,
Not so sad,...
Be diferent,
Be a social person,
With a lot of happiness and smiles to share.
But the only thing I have to share is,
Sadness,
Shyness,...
How I wish to be diferent...