There are days that are too long,
There are days where I'm full of hope,
There are days where I feel hopeless, and helpless,
There are days when I'm optimist
There are days where I see every side of everybody's story,
There are days that I'm a loving girlfriend, mother, and daughter.
But most of the days, I want to end it all.
Most of the time, I want to run away from feeling.
This is me.
And this is How I struggle to live
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoetryThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
