Everyone has problems,
some are worse than others.
Some people handle it differently
and I need to talk about them to handle mine but I don't want to talk to anyone.
The one person I told everything to left me
and now I have to get used to keeping it in and hiding it in a box all over again.
I wouldn't have had to do that if I didn't ruin what we had because of my fears,
but what happens when your fears become reality?
What happens when you trying to avoid your fear is the one thing that caused you fear come to life?
I did this and now instead of loving and having you I'm left with no one.
I have to write my thoughts down through poetry, something I'm not even good at but I'm not good at anything.
I'm not even good at loving someone the way they deserve to be loved.
So whats the point in anything, if all I have is problems, problems, and problems?
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Forever & Over
PoetryI wrote most of these when I was in a really dark time in my life it felt like I was drowning and sinking but now I finally learned how to float and breathe again. When I look back at these mistakes and this undescribable pain, I like to still wri...
