Nobody knows how many times i cry, not even myself.
I would like to know if my soul is dieing faster than my body.

Even when i get what i allways wanted, my mind says is impossible someone can love me for what i am.
I am not as strongest as he thinks but i know i am stronger that i bealive.
I am not so slim as they like or as big as other wants, i am so tired to feel i am allways so far to what is admire.
I am so tired to not be enought, so so tired.
I want just feel is ok for what i am.