im so tired of fighting my own mind
of running from the consequences
of being blinded by my own pain
of holding on by just a strand
of falling asleep crying
of daydreaming of dying
im just so tired
when i faced obstacles
i used to envision the
best solution
but this time
i am the problem
and i dont know if
there is a happy ending left
i dont know if there
ever was one
YOU ARE READING
Truly,
PoetryThis, in case you were wondering, is a collection and record of the spontaneous poems and written pieces I write, for me. I use writing to channel a large part of my emotions, and the pieces you may read are a consequence of this. The reason I share...
