*Speaking*
counselor - "Are you sure you're okay, you don't need to tell your friends where you are?"
Me- *sighs and looks at floor* "No it will be okay, I really only have one friend Cheyenne"
counselor- "oh.... what about Justice?"
Me-*sighs* he doesn't really talk to me anymore"
counselor- oh... well that's a bit rough after what hap.... that's hard
Me- yea....
Thoughts- Isn't funny that after something dramatic happens people assume everything will be okay. Isn't it funny that everyone left? Isn't nice everyone gave up on you?
Me- *leaves room and whisper to myself* isn't is funny you're just the voice inside my head? isn't it funny I no longer give a damn? Isn't it funny I gave up?
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
