Me of tomorrow

Since a little time,

I realized that I lose almost all my dream, for not said all.
My anxiety disorder keeps me with her, she promises me every day that with her that I'm not going to be hurt, she said that she will protect me forever, she's a beautiful liar but I believe her.

I know she's tired,
I know her deepest secret,
I know she's the broken me.


I know she's here because of something,
I know that because she's me.

I know, I know, I know....

And finally, I don't now how or why...

After years, to blame her for everything, I decided to listen her, to be kind like I'm with my friend, because after all, she's not a bad girl, she's just tired, tired of everything.

" My dear,
I decided to facing my fear, not just one or two, all my fear, one by one, I know is not going be easy at all, I know some day, I'm going to feel literally like a shit, but I'm going to try , try and try.
Every day, every hour, every single minute."


I promise

"Don't worry, I'm not chasing you, I heal you, because after all you have such a beautiful broken smile."