I'm writing after 2 months
And it doesn't feel weird or awkward..
Because this where I belong
Whenever I am mad or bothered..
I am holding so tight
All this hope in my hands..
But I lose day by day
A couple of strands..
I am bleeding to death
But the color of my blood is not red..
I am not healthy
But at the end of the day, I am well fed..
It's funny that I have to write
In order to cope..
It's crazy that the tighter I am holding
The sooner I am losing hope..
YOU ARE READING
Things I never said
RandomThis is just a collection of my thoughts. I'm writing this so that my mind would be at peace. Reading it can either help you or ruin your mood 😌 I would recommend "not to read" 💃 And yes! There might be some typos or grammatical errors, that's bc...
