Have you ever felt like everyone and everything around you was a lie
Hav you ever sat there and asked what am I doing?
Did you ever look at the people around you and think why in the hell are here for really?
Or have you ever just ran away from everybody thinking you'd be safer running from people?
Well, Everyday has been that way and I can't find a way out of it I can't run fast enough I can't hide well enough I can't seem to be strong anymore. My body and mind feel like a balloon. Losing it oxygen to float. And on the ground below me..... Is my undoing..... It's my end
YOU ARE READING
My Life's Work
PoesíaI've been writing poems since 3rd grade. And I'm putting all my poems into this one book. Or I may put them into a series. But tell me what you think. (Warning emotional)
