What am I supposed to do to be and to see
Tell me my senses, there is no one way to describe me
Not a lost cause not hopeless
Blinded maybe yet I'm still seeing what is there to live for when you have everything that ever really mattered nothing else should matter
YOU ARE READING
I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...
