What will be the point in five years
Of ten mental breakdowns in a week
What will be the point of finishing high school, and looking back ten years later
What's gonna be the point of trying for love tens of thousands of times over and over again
Because it's worth it.
We don't want to feel the way do
But if we didn't now, we wouldn't know how to drag ourselves out of pain later.
It's 12 and i forgot i existed. Do that sometimes. It's worth it.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
