A sincere letter

I know sometimes I seem invincible my feelings are encapsulated in the deepest, without being able to vent, they corrode me, it costs me to be honest with myself, when it hurts I do not believe it my mind retracts me but my heart beats very slow and slower my arms tired my body does not resist the desire to break with pain, before I thought that false was true love and if what I feel is not poor love of me when it arrives.

A stone in my chest or that I wanted to believe I am vulnerable more than I thought.