Anhedonia
I am here, I am not dead, I haven't gone. I can feel myself and my emotions in the bottom of my sould fighting for being listented, for being loud, for being strong, for being the queen's of me... I feel them knocking the door of my heart to be left out, and I want to open the other, I have tried and I still do, but is locked somehow, I don't give up, I know the most unexpected day, that door will be open and all will be ok...
Me, you, us...will be happier than ever cuz the world will have new colors to my eyes...
