My mind is a mined field. It keeps 94925947494 tabs open at the same time, and it's crazy out here. That's why I write so much. But sometimes that's not enough.
I'm not a blogger, I'm a writer. I put something of me in my every character, but this time, this time this is all me. Me myself and I. Without filter.
Believe me, you don't wanna read this.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting For The End
PoetryI know what it takes to move on I know what it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade this life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got (Linkin Park, Waiting for the end) NOTE: I put this into Poetry because no other genre felt right, but t...