Disease

I'm rotten, deep inside me, like in the center of my heart, where nobody reaches, a place that nobody see, except me, and perhaps, someone else.

A place deep in my soul, very rotten, consuming me every day, dragging me into a dark site.

I smile

I like to, for friends, for family, for love.

But I don't know if is real.

I began to worry too much about it, and now I cannot see the difference.

I'm so rotten, that I'm ashamed of myself.

But still doing nothing for it

I don't have enough courage

I don't try

.Selfish.Weak.Rotten.