06/19/17
I want to start writing again
But all i can do is stare at these empty sheets
I wonder is it me or them?
Am I really the problem?
But I still continue walking on these empty streets
They say I'm not trying
What they don't know is that inside Im dying
Burden and useless is what I'm feeling
But I don't want people to see me crying
Cause of all the secrets and pain that I'm tired of hiding
I want to write about what I feel
The thin line between the fantasy and what is real
They say that I'm way too chill
What they don't understand is I'm always on a grill
Trying to be tough and grasping for a will
-R.G.V
YOU ARE READING
Whats on you mind?
Literatura FaktuA book written with words as a cry for help Grasping for something or someone to notice The desperate calls and battle cries On a venture where your heart and soul as a price
