here,
i don't intend to have a tone of sadness,
a tone of despiration.
can't help it.
two years ago,
the same day my grandmother died.
ever since,
i don't remember being able to
breathe freely.
confused,
fucked up.
and today is the day
i feel i'm not good enough to survive.
i wont be able to do anything with myself.
may be this realisation helps me to happiness.
may be it makes things easier for me,
helps me to expect lesser out of me and my life.
2 comments:
poetic diaries?
nice!
haha..exactly. when you have got nothing... you have got nothing to lose!!
the best place to start..!!
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