[love is fake]

I wrote your name on the cigarette, lit it, to smoke and forget you, but I realized that I breathe you.

[A life very fragile]

Life, as a soap bubble... The slightest touch also is not present it. What for people voluntary die?... What for hurt close people? Really they think. That if they do not become somebody it becomes easier.?? At my friend the former girl has committed suicide... He suffers... And I do not know as it to help... Words does not suffice What to tell... How to support. All that could has made. Tomorrow funeral