i'm always fighting.
i hate it.
i'm tired.
i want to rest,
but i can't because if i do,
i'll loose all the progress i've made so far.
my mind is tearing itself apart,
and i'm just standing here watching as my life shatters before my very own eyes.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poems.
Short Storythese poems are basically artsy words that describe how i feel. i'll let you decide if they're emo or not. *finger guns*
