Sup Por T

Well…I have to admit that sometimes I need support too. But…

There’s nowhere to get it. Because everyone I could get it from is either busy or doesn’t feel like it. And I feel weak at the moment. I tell everyone “I’m strong. I’ll make it. Think about yourself..” – but, frankly, I want to get drunk and forget myself for one evening. Although I can’t get drunk right now. Because it’s not about me. So..what? Of course, I’ll complain here.

Sometimes it seems that at some point I will break down and give up. But… does my tattoo say something else?..is this enough?..what other proof of my strength do I need? Sometimes it feels like I have hundreds of cuts. And each one, from time to time, opens up. But I keep going, regardless. Even though I should have died from them. I don’t let them heal. And I keep moving, regardless.

Is this a question of some kind of relationship? And no. There are things that heal us and hurt us at the same time. But I believe that everything needs its time. For everything to normalize. The main thing is to just hold on.

Did you want a different life? Here you go… just don’t complain. Nothing (c)Sa

“If I wasn’t me would I still need (Still need)
A million vices just to breathe? (Just to breathe?)
If I wasn’t me
Would I be someone who isn’t ashamed?
If I wasn’t me
Or would I have ended up the same?
If I wasn’t me would I still be (Still be)
Someone who fucks up everything? (Everything?)
If I wasn’t me
Could I be someone who isn’t afraid?
If I wasn’t me
Or does everyone feel the same?

If I wasn’t
Me..”(c)Ninth Key