Why must there be a barren feeling within my heart?
I hardly have enough time to think about my passions, let along live them.
Why am I doing the things I do when they don't make me happy?
Living life a certain way because thats what others tell me I should do.
My family would be heart broken. For I am the beacon of hope.
Living my life for them.
On the inside I am broke.
I cannot write how I used to...