Save Me
We fight to live
We struggle to survive
I thought living is just breathing
But now, even breathing seems hard
I want you to save me
I want us to fight my battles
But I never thought-
That you already lost yours.
YOU ARE READING
Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
