My Reality

I'm not sure what is harder, if to learn the truth by someone else, or by the person you care for, without fearing to sound like a scratch disc, I have to say ask myself, why is it that we always hurt those whom we love.
I fear to start, because if I do, I might not want to finish. This is Real
How can you help those who don’t want to be helped. I have this feeling of helplessness that I can't shake off me. There are people close to me suffering and there is nothing I can do about it, or maybe there is and I just don’t see it, or I choose not to see it...

My Reality, My Life, My Dreams, My Choices.

No one knows who I am.... is that the beauty?... or maybe the scary side... just for now, only for now, I choose to be unknown...