hurting. I know your heart is tired. I can see that you are weary of fighting. I know it is exceedingly vexing when not many people understand the veracity of what you are feeling.
You don’t let them see the oceans you cry. You don’t let anyone read through the stories behind your scars.I’m writing this for the days you feel like your existence is a speck in this world.
This is for those days when you are struggling to make it through your day like a clockwork, brimming your mind with negativity.Read more on thoughtcatalog.com