The death toll is now 9 and my life doesn't seem real. If you asked me I wouldn't be able to tell you how I feel. I feel numb, almost nothing at all. Keep it all in like I have no one to call. As a matter of fact I can call just about anyone. But everyone is busy or is out just having fun. And what if no one wants to hear me, and everyone is temporary? Now you see why relationships really fucking scare me? All kinds, from business to romance. Now both intertwined in a very intricate dance. Like dancing on eggshells, one wrong move and it all falls to shambles.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.