❝Fragile and fit to burst, constantly preparing for the worst possible outcome, the worst is always yet to come. Living in fear is no life at all, living while being terrified to fall, I feel so little and beneath the rest of the world, I'm reaching for the sense to pull me back, but it continually escapes my grasp. Is there no coming back from this? Am I trapped?❞
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
12:55 A.M.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Insecurity
Şiir{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
