Words can hurt,
But the silence kills me.

I became so fixated on the idea of my future rather than enjoying the beautiful life in front of me.*I forgot how to live in the present.

We give our all
Though we know there will be an end.
Our life is only complete then.

Neither am i okay.


Not at all.

Dont ask. I'll deal with this on my own.

a rope hung from above
slowly wrapping it around my neck
contemplating if there's another way out

problems fast approaching
with torches and pitchforks
spouting the harsh truth i never want to hear

reached out my hand
hoping that someone will grab it
and pull me out of this deep dark hole that is me