Hm
sometimes people say they have no-one but mean it as an exaggeration, but in this moment, as i hurt and look for a shoulder to cry on, never have i realised more that i am alone, with no one to turn to, i pick up the device, the one that's supposed to alert the nearest friend about your mild or major inconvenience but no one comes to mind, as i hurt, i hurt alone, with no one to tell why. This is life? hm.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
