What's the point, I'm never even going to make it anyways.
I'm not creative enough, and I'm weak.
My ideas are terrible and I don't even have the will to execute them anymore.
I'm so tired, I can't do this anymore.
What's the point, I'm not ever going to be as good as them.
I don't have what it takes.
Why do I bother?
I just can't do this anymore.
It's pointless
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Cracks In The Concrete
PoetryThis book is the progress I make over the years trying to detangle years of childhood trauma and mental issue's. To anyone else it may seem completely incomprehensible but that's okay. I write for the reason all writers write, paper is a better lis...
