falling apart
feeling like your lungs
are going to fail you at any time
felling your pain so deep inside you
until you no longer feel like yourself
it's not a concept
not an enigma
there's nothing i can do
it's simply losing you
me
us
YOU ARE READING
my crazy mind and its beauty
PoetryIf I'm writing this, its means I didn't give up. I guess that's nice. It's just short stories, poems and basically all my feelings.
