What I would love the most out of anything in this life would be for someone to save me from myself. Unfortunately, that's not how life works. No one pushes in the door in the middle of the night when you're crying on the bathroom floor contemplating your existence. No one hears the panic attacks you have in the middle of the night over the dream that is a recollection from the past. No one cares why your brain and body blocked you from going to work, just the fact that you're not there to make someone else money.
The point is no one cares what's going on. Only you can save yourself.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
