we're all the same
we're all messed up
we're all lonely
we're all trying
we're all dying
we're all struggling
we're all laying in silence at 3am, arms wrapped around ourselves, fingertips numb, minds blazing, trying
trying not to
not to die
dying
we're all
just
struggling
like
no
one
else
YOU ARE READING
Euphoria
PoetryA collection of short or long or medium sized combinations of words that make me feel something.
