Dear dead body of mines,
how i'm adresssing u these days should
not surprised u at all, since all u've been doing
lately is pass out in front of my dreams.
I was told by one of the muscles of my
mind called cerebrum, that I must
express you how I truly feel and
how the things i am dealing with
constantly bother the who i am,
and the who i am
trying to be.
First of all;
DISSAPOINTMENT
is getting the ultimate energy
out of me. From people
leaving me behind, to others
stepping on me. is it alright? no.
then why do i allow it? because i'm weak.
Along with dissapointment, comes the school work,
of which i thought i was ready yet things such as "clubs & sports"
keep popping up and setting me apart from my most wanted
dream: college.
I am in a delta speed of finding my strenght
through the cracks of this broken muscle called heart.
but i am honestly finding myself more weak as the days pass
by and this weakness is making me cold as ever, from my fingers
to the way i proyect my interior and
of course it's overwhelming my black hole of which
i am more deepen in. Yes i need help. yet i need
no one because i do so much better, alone.
and my last concern...
that all my mental problems
show in my everyday life as
one simple action: eating. And
along with that habit; i no longer
find my inner HOPE for my unseen
yet miraculous God.
(how to save a life-The Fray)
