It hurts.
It really does.
Nothing in particular,
You see.
Just all of it.
It hurts.
I dont want to die.
If I had the choice.
And the patience,
And the time,
And the strength,
I would live.
But I dont have those things,
And I want it to stop hurting.
I want to live.
I want to truly live,
And enjoy it.
But I cant.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)
PoesíaPoems written by just some young adult going through some things.
