Black & White
March 6, 2017:
Sorrowful living is a long, desolate path
It’s where you’ll never really feel complete, but you don’t do much to fight it
Because, though you just want to be happy, you don’t know where to begin
It’s something that’s pressed on my mind so much
It’s not so much as living as it is surviving
I don’t want to feel like this
I don’t even want to die
I just want to feel okay
This poem is about:
Me
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