Yet again everyone believes that I am just fine.
Just tired.
Stayed up too late like normal.
Doing who knows what.
Right?
Nope. I know exactly what I was doing.
I was wrestling with inner turmoil that plagues me every day and every night.
YOU ARE READING
Damn.
PoetryWhy? I can't deal with the overwhelming feeling in the pit of my stomach. Damn. Not again. my late night thoughts. ~A.M.B