my life is decent.
both of my parents are alive, i have a wonderful little brother who i can easily say is the light of my life.
i am in the process of getting an education, and i have a warm place to live while relentless snow falls.
why do i feel this way, when i have so much more than other people could even say?
i don't understand it, to be completely honest and it eats from the inside out, guilt.
so many other people want what i have and still feel like everything is so dark.
i am sorry for disappointing.
written 1•14•17
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IMPLICATION OF DESOLATION
Poetry(PART 1) the empty rooms with no doors isn't the worst part. it's hoping that one day someone will save us from the walls that howl at us for every mistake we've made. des·o·late adjective ˈdesələt/ (of a place) deserted of people and in a state of...
