I can't write, and its driving me insane. My mind wont make the pretty words that I love so much anymore and I cant write the metaphorical comparisons that you all can take in any way you want. I can only be blunt, and true right now.
Im tired. Im so tired of people that I love hurting. Im so tired of them crying. Im so tired of not being able to do anything but give an apologetic "sorry".
Im so tired of being upset.
Im so tired of being conflicted.
Im so tired, guys.
I didnt want this book to get this outright depressing, but I cant really stop that when im letting my mind take control.
You all know more about me than anyone, and I thank you for keeping my secrets. I just can't help but wonder that if I left, my profile wouldnt be too missed. I know some of you all would miss me, I know. Im just a mess.
This was a mess.
Im sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Up
PoesíaA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
