Your Words Are Deadly Weapons

Try to show me this could last forever
Don't tell lies 'cause they never matter
And this heart you've known is about to shatter
It was only a kiss, your hand met mine
I think this time we crossed the line
None of that matters when you're gone
You said you'd be there, but now I find myself alone
You don't know what I'm going through
You don't know those tears I wiped were because of you
Your words keep turning into lies
But I can see the truth hiding in your eyes
Now you know the truth and you were wrong
Your words keep me from being strong
It was only a kiss, your hand met mine
I wish we had stopped for a moment in time
This heart you've touched is about to break
I'm dying and you can't see those smiles are fake
Your words are way too powerful for me to take
It was only a kiss, but it was a mistake
"Words kill as good as any gun."


Obrigada Tânia Monteiro :)

Choosing To Live

Suicide (Latin suicidium, from sui caedere, to kill oneself) is the intentional killing of one's self.
Over one million people commit suicide every year, making it the tenth-leading cause of death worldwide. It is a leading cause of death among teenagers and adults under 35. There are an estimated 10 to 20 million non-fatal attempted suicides every year worldwide.

"Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds resources for coping with pain."

R.I.P Tarcyanna Matos .

Take Your Time, But Don't Waste Mine

Senti, no seu peito, o lugar onde lhe tinham arrancado o coração. Senti os seus braços a envolverem-me ...
Enquanto subíamos as escadas, deixávamos para trás algo da nossa tristeza, do frio que apodrecia dentro de nós e que, para onde quer que fossemos, levaríamos sempre connosco.
Eu era alguém que tinha lembranças terríveis.
Senti tanto a falta dela.
Naquele fim de tarde, como nas noites em que não conseguia dormir, como quando fechava os olhos a procurá-la, sentado no banco que está debaixo da olaia, senti tanto a falta dela.
Por um momento, pensei que não tinha aproveitado o tempo em que estivera dentro de mim.
Mas, depois, outro momento substituiu esse.
Outro momento, depois de uma parede de separar momentos, e pensei que quando a via dentro de mim, eu era feliz .
Pensei que, nesse tempo, não poderia ter feito mais do que ser feliz .

Podíamos ter sorrido, mas os nossos olhos brilharam .



José Luís Peixoto