Being conscious is not living. Being aware of your surroundings, smelling, tasting, hearing, feeling, and even seeing. I want to be part of my surroundings, not just aware of them. I don't want to sit back and watch anymore. I want to reach out and touch the house of memories you have made without me...because I wasn't there...I was just conscious instead of living.
YOU ARE READING
Can't you see I'm Hurting Inside?
PoetryDo you know what it's like to be laughed at and told you're worthless? To feel so much pain that it affects your lifestyle and the way you act towards the people you Iove? I've been on one hell of a ride and can't find a way off...
