Ya me he caído varias veces y me he raspado tan duro que las lágrimas han terminado hablando por mí.
En ocasiones he quedado con heridas y para curarlas no las veo. Hago como si no estuvieran ahí. De vez en cuando las enjuago con lagrimas nocturnas para terminar de remover lo que se va muriendo, pero siempre existe el torpe que te pone el dedo en la llaga y aunque duele menos que el día que te caíste, vuelve a doler y como me molesta que me duela.
Por eso no me cae bien ese tipo de gente. Imprudente. Así que prefiero quedarme en casa reposando, sola con mis heridas, hibernando hasta quedar curada completamente.
Lástima que la heridas casi siempre dejan cicatrices. Pero no importa. Igual, ya no me duele.
I've already fallen several times and I've scratched so hard that tears have finished talking about me.
Sometimes I have been with many wounds and to cure them y try to not look at them. I do as if they were not there.Occasionally wash them with night teras to finish removing what is dying, but there is always the clumsy that put the finger on the sore and although it is less painful than the day you fell, hurt again and it bothers me that it hurts
Sometimes I have been with many wounds and to cure them y try to not look at them. I do as if they were not there.Occasionally wash them with night teras to finish removing what is dying, but there is always the clumsy that put the finger on the sore and although it is less painful than the day you fell, hurt again and it bothers me that it hurts
Thats why I do not like that kind of people. Unwise. So I prefer staying at home resting, alone with my wounds, hibernating until be cured completely.
Too bad the wounds almost always leave scars. But I dont care. Still, it does not hurt me.
