the truth

Eva Carpenter

How should i start, by telling you the truth or lie on you, Running  away from my existence or search for my refuge should I tell you about my sin or hide it till it become a virtue, will it happen or I still fly in my Disney world.
Don?t ask me why? how? When? 
I wish I could have those answers for myself.
I always though that what happens happen for a reason but now I can say that there is no reason for what happened.

Nothing hurt more than when you finally find your home but you?re not eligible to enter it, when you finally find your food and you?re starving but you will get sick if you eat it, when you finally find yourself and your happiness but it is prohibited on you.

What made me mad about you that even I barely know you, I feel like you were the lost twin part of myself that I searched for since my existence on the earth.

What hurt me more that I need you to hear me, I need you to read my thoughts but it is not my right, I always did things right and I cant understand why now I did it wrong? is that because it was you ?or because it is simply me?