Heal

I don't know, tonight I felt the need to change that picture's name. It was so sad "goodbye " though I'm often thinking of it, saying it. I'd like to leave to avoid pain, I'd like to let things go without a cry, but i'm a keeper. I keep things, I keep traces to remind me everything.
I'm that king of person who suffers in silence, cherishing memories. I don't like it when he does that on my neck, it brings back a time i don't whant to think about, because if you look closer it's like a bruise, although in secret I look at it in the mirror and I smile.