8.
i have always really liked the number 8.
i never knew why it just always stood out to me.
when i was 8 life was so easy
my biggest worry was if santa claus was real.
(he's not)
it seems silly to me now.
to think that i,
as a child
was so nieve i believed a big man came into my house once a year and gave me gifts.
i wished for stupid things.
a new ipad,
new figurines,
(i do still love my figurines <3)
barbie dolls,
and more childish things.
now
i just wish i had a will to live.
i have my reasons to stay.
hell, i have a note on my phone filled with reasons.
but that's not the problem.
it's the stress.
the bad days.
the days when i wake up and just wish i could sink so far into my bed it sucks me up.
i say it a lot, i know i do.
but i hope one day i wake up
and things are better.
one day i will wake up
and my life will be better.
maybe i'll be 8 again
with my 8 year old problems.
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chaos
Poetrythis is a book about my life! my first poetry book. talks about various topics such as: life, dealing with death, sexuality, anxiety, depression, falling in and out of love, etc. writing has always been a way for me to express myself. i hope my...
