the more I think, the more I fear the problems that I need to face some average everyday problems, but mostly my problem I am missing something, and I know what it is right now I need someone to love
I know people who know real heartbreak, and they suffer much more than me but my problem still stands even though I have the support of my friends I still do not know exactly what to do next
I'm just writing what I am thinking right now. I guess this isn't actual poetry.