Everything hurts until you become good at hurting everything around too.

Sometimes, I feel able to write lines about my life and about how I do feel everyday in such a huge book, but sometimes I either prefer to write one word that describe it or just to say nothing at all.

No one may hurt you; it’s only you who allow others to do so.

When you let people know how much you love them, infact (UN-INTENTIONALLY) you make them aware too that how much they may hurt you.

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

Anger is just a cowardly extension of sadness. It's a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you're hurt.