My mind is consumed by the one "what if?"
For at this point I am miserable.
About almost everything leaves me with no joy.
My smile is not real anymore. Part of me hates that I seem to have chosen wrong.
When life was fine at the time.
Okay even.
Yet I couldn't handle the taunts created by the voice in my head.
Which lead to questioning and making different decisions.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of my writing
PoezjaHi there. This book is a collection of pieces I have written and been wanting to post them. Some are short stories and others from a scenes that were in my head and small pieces of poetry. ( what I think is poetry) Hope you enjoy!
