I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I thought i was strong enough to do this thing
But it turns out I'm not and life isn't for me
I've been hurting for so long and its gotten near impossible to even get up
I'm terrified to keep on living
I sick of fighting so hard just to find my way
I'm sick of forcing myself to also be smiling and laughing and messing about just as a cover
I'm sick of being a ghost
Im in just too much pain to keep on living
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrypoems I guess you could call them. about pretty much whatever is going through my head at the time of writing.
