It's what keeps you up at night,
The thoughts.
It's what holds you back,
The feelings.
It's what stops you from living,
The fear.
It's what makes you look at yourself in disgust,
The hate.
It's everything you don't want.
Yet it's things that make you,
You.
YOU ARE READING
Pathetic Poetry
PoetryHere lies the things that were untold, until now. Please give credit if taken. Pictures come from my own photography or the internet.
