i am stressed and i am broken
you can’t expect much from me
i’m living in this hollow shell and my god does it get lonely
there’s never been a way to escape these feelings i’ve been feeling
i pray to god and the planets or whatever else for healing
i don’t care who grants this to me i just don’t think i can keep on dealing
with these thoughts that invade my smile every second of the day
i close my eyes to sleep and have faith it will all go away
it will all go away
someday
it will all go away
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Alaina Marie
I'm 22 and from Ohio. I like to write what's inside my head. I also love music and mexican food.
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