It's like someone's holding my entire body under water and I'm paralysed unable to breathe even for a second. I can't fight it. I can't fight what's been inside of me for so long waiting to be set free...
Maybe I'm finally drowning myself. All I have to do is,
L E T G O
YOU ARE READING
Our Last M O M E N T S
PoetryIn my last moments all i thought of was you... but you look so sad. Don't be. I know you wanted me gone anyway. I have no idea what i want this book to be other than its short pieces, i cant write long stories because I'd ramble too much. E N J O Y
