A place for any poems, Prose and general ramblings by myself
Monday, January 23, 2017
This isn't it, This isn't the life I wanted, for me, for us. The pain, the loneliness of constant pain. The aching in my chest for a life not lived Merely survived. Waking each morning it starts before I can open my eyes, Gnawing at my self worth, my fight being drained from me. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep breathing. In, out.