3:37am

Writing

I'm tired of writing sad. I'm tired of sounding bleak. But I'm all honesty dear, this is my only way to speak. To talk about the bad, scary, and uncertain. My real life problems are only covered with a curtain. Sometimes I'm so down I can't make my mouth open, or even make a sound. But I can sadly sob into a towel or a pillow when no one else is around. I'm lost I'm not going to lie. Pretty frightened, I'm not even living life just merely getting by.

-FlutterflyK