Viola and the violin17
A writer of sorts
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What is real?
my head hurts, my body is tired and i just want to be free.
i got a new mac and was going through some old notes then I found this, not sure how i feel about it
I have a fear of growing old.
i can't write lately, all my poetry and creative juices have been consumed by college work
Feelings i live for.
something i found in my journal from a couple of months ago
On Friday we watched the stars
i wanted to document a moment in time, couple of months ago
You love the idea of her.
beginning of something painful.
written late at night in a battered journal
We were in a room, full of art.
some random, quote from song/poem i started.
Why am I in love with someone who abuses me ?
This was my first poem that i uploaded on this site. Finally, I added some more line ( i guess i kinda finished it)
originally started on 20/10/16
I'm no longer a human
old journal thoughts from 2/11/16
sorry i haven't posted much lately been struggling with psychosis to be truthful, hard get my thought in order let alone down on paper
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