I don't have the words. they're just not there. they've escaped my mind, left me discouraged
i wish i could talk to you. i wish you were here. but then that would mean you were back. returned from the dead, and that wouldn't be fair to anyone who has lost a loved one. but right now i don't have the audacity to care about what other's may think
While this world we live in is full of inconsiderate, egocentric people whose main intention in life is to make themselves look better while mutilating their mind and morphing everyone else into thinking the same. to following the old worn path. living the routine. being content in the little that is given without dreams to achieve
i won't be one of them.
-deception of self
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
