Living_Is_Dying

God's not dead

Living_Is_Dying

Fine so maybe I don't know what to say. Maybe I'm scared of being pressured by some stupid rules that don't even exist because people are who they are and I'm not supposed to be who I might be. Maybe I'm terrified that I won't ever figure it out but screw that because needing an answer is a kind of torture I'm getting tired off.
          
          When internet tests and racking your brain for an answer isn't enough, and your best friend might just be a snail how do you stand a chance to know who will fill the void? Maybe I'm not seeking someone else, but the hollow inside is that one part that you can't quite find an answer to.
          
          Maybe it's not all as it seems and mistakes aren't really mistakes, but they make you feel good about yourself. And what if you hate yourself for what other people tell you but only for a limited time because when it suits you the words actually sounds quite comforting. Who do you turn to when you're looking for someone and you know it's you but you aren't enough.
          
          What do you do when all you have left is black skies and watery roads with no light shining ahead.
          
          Damn I miss writing poems.