but what's the point in trying to live for someone
when they don't even want to live for themselves?
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poesiawe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
exhausted.
but what's the point in trying to live for someone
when they don't even want to live for themselves?