Hello!
It is nice to see you here. I must tell you what this truly might be about, depression, from anxiety, to the worst, or to the best. I might light your way or set it aflame. I can't promise to heal but I can promise to mend, to try and fend off the ones who felt the need to bend and break us.
I can't promise happiness.
I can't promise help.
I can promise honesty.
I can promise safety.
I will wish you happiness.
I will wish you help.
I can't fix myself.
I can't fix myself.
For some of this book may sound metaphorical, some may be poetic. It may be dark, gloomy, or cold. It could be all you wished you hadn't.
This will have sensitive topics. I might be direct, it might be general. I could be harmful or not at all helpful. I promise you love, the love I cannot give myself. I'll try to protect you, I'll try to love you.
People here might understand. Some could relate, some could deny, some may be confused while you may be interested.
I do not care.
I will continue.
I lie to myself.
I must continue.
I can't anymore.
I still continue.
I end it here.
I tried my best.
I can't continue.
YOU ARE READING
I'm so tired
RandomI own the cover, this is just a book. A readable book, a book for thoughts, poems, or writer blocks. I am glad to share with you, please do not fear, you can share too. I'll be happy as can be but honest in our reality. Feel free to check, to read...
