why can't i get my thoughts into writing?
why can't i tell the world my deepest secrets?
why is it soo hard?
i dunno.
fuck.
i hate the feeling of bottled up thoughts.
the way the weight of it brings you down.
the way, no matter how much you try,
you just can't write it.
fuck.
why does life honestly have to be such a
bitch?
well, at times it really is.
Someone please tell me I'm right, when I'm the wrongest of wrongs.
"Shut down by strangers,
whose glances can cripple the heart
and devour the soul"
'The Bird and the Worm' - The Used