I am currently sitting on Rocks at the edge of the world. In front of me is the Ocean and behind me the Beach with people.. well not so many right now because its the Middle of the night. Today a lot of things happened and i needed some space for myself to think. Ive just now realized that i dont know if i want to live or to die and that fact is confusing. On one Hand i am not okay with keeping up to this bullshit game that we call live and on the other hand i think i have a lot of potential to make this a better place not only for me but for basically everyone around me.
A lot of people no.. basically everyone underestimates me because of my age or my looks. They think they can break me as easy as an egg shell.
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Carousel of the Mind
Poetrygay and mentally ill 20 year old adds a chapter for every weird thought they have. Dont take any of this as a advice or as professional. Its my thoughts packed in a sometimes chaotic and sometimes poetic package. Have fun Triggerwarning Drug abuse ...
