A piece of me died that day. A piece of me died the day I went to the hospital .That piece died when I gazed at her unanimated body laying on that bed , and when I saw all the family and close friends crying , and staring at me. I didn't understand. My grand-mother's smile fading as the sun came down , as the sky got darker and darker. Time spinning. Down on cheeks, tears streaming. People touching me , telling me it will be ok. But what , what will be ok ?She was at home waiting for me , preparing dinner for the family, it was impossible. That piece of me died when my mother did.
A piece of me died that day. A piece of me died the day I tried to change. When I tried to become what you wanted me to become. A piece of me flew away , when I spoke words I thought I'd never use , when I wore clothes I didn't even like , when I tried to fit in a world which wasn't mine. A part of me died the day I tried to become society. Pressure , jealousy , loneliness , all the factors were against me. I let a bit of myself to become someone I wasn't. That piece of me died when the real I did.
A piece of me die every day. A piece of us die every day. It dies when we closes our eyes to sleep. Every single thing you did is now gone.Just memories. No coming back. Just the alarm ringing as the dream's finishing. Memories and maybe regrets. Pain or maybe joy. Hate or maybe love. The person you were won't be the person you will be. A stronger soldier , a bigger lover , a suicidal daughter or a bullied ''loser''. You can make a difference ,you can make a choice. When you wake up tomorrow , remember , you will never be as young as you are that day. A piece of me die every day , as my dreams does.
B.O