I am scared

Helpless

Actually, more like hopeless

I am drowning

But now it feels on purpose

I am able but have unabled myself

In this world full of color,

I have gone grayscale

I want to change but stay true to my colors

Living is futile, if every breath is a cry for help

.

Sorry if I intimidated you.



I will say I am Maeve, but know that it's not my real name. I am that person who laughs the most but cries herself to sleep. I am that person who is there for everyone's hurt but has no one to talk to. I am that person who is friends with everyone but has no real friends. I have been searching for a platform to express myself since holding it in for so long has turned out to be toxic. Know, I am not a writer. I don't aim to be a professional but it would be nice if I could enhance my writing skills along the way. I doubt anyone is reading my writings, let alone this awkward bio of mine but I would like to let you know, if you are going through anything, you are not alone. Come out of your shell, talk about it and you will find your people the way I hope to find mine. Hope is the only thing that keeps us going. That's all.



Peace.