I'm thinking of stopping.
Ending things.
I live in constant pain,
Physical,
Mental,
Emotional,
Though I can't really see the difference anymore.
You ask me to stay.
"For me" you say.
It is not that you're not enough,
It is that I'm not enough.
That I don't have enough.
I don't have enough left to keep living through the pain.
It's not fair that you keep asking me to stay for you.
I can't anymore.
YOU ARE READING
My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
