This is the last time; I am going to make excuses for quitting This is the last time; I’ll the reason myself for leaving, leaving you there in the lonely night,lost at strange roads at 3 pm. This is the last time, I’ll tell myself I am not good enough, and I am nothing and I death is the only solace I will ever find This is the first truth, I am not lost, but I need to honestly work on building a bridge or I will drown in the icy waters. This is the first time I am going to look in the mirror and smile; this is going to be a fresh start, a much needed journey to my quest. **This is it .I am not going to back out .
hi, i should say since,i haven't been here for few weeks. i should write more,shouldn't i ,i think it will be good for a me.a much needed outlet. i wont be a quitter,i am trying to convince myself.but sometimes it gets impossible to bear the truth.so i escape,but when did running ever solve anything.I'll stop now.or it wont be okay if note turns out to longer that the poem.lol