Your, you're, their, there, I,i.
Depression has no rules.
Feelings have no restrictions.
Suicide has no template.
Sorrow had no direct form.
My writing isn't perfect. But it's not meant to be. It's meant to be real, uncontrollable much like all the things I've listed above.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
