Because No one will help me.
No one will listen.
When No one reads this letter No one will know.
No one will understand.
No one will help.
Sucks. Im about to begin a project that will create revenue. An endeavour of my creativity. But my fear of failure and fear of success are killing…
Going over and over why these tears seep out from my every pore. My skin is slick with grief I cannot shake away. There is not a sponge large enough…
In a transient heart kiss I fly with you to always fall in flames do I take to the sea let it enfold me in liquid solace when you go away from me?…