Sometimes we end up exactly the same. Sometimes we try and claw our way out of whatever hole we're in just to find out the lightness wasn't actually light. But something that leads you to just as bad of a place. Sometimes you try and claw yourself out of your own skin. But no matter what it's still you inside. No matter how much I change I still despise myself. No matter how hard I try I'm still here. I'm still the same person. No matter how hard I try to get out of the darkness it always catches up. No matter how hard I try to not think about the past. It's still there. Everything is still there. The nightmares are still there. I can't erase it. No matter how hard I try to make myself forget. I'm still me. I'm still stuck on something in the past. I still can't take care of myself. I'm still here. I can't get out.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
