why do i feel so heart broken over small things and i feel so fed up over huge things?
am i fine or just a stranger to feel the relief?
the more i think about myself, the more of fears consuming me and corrupting my mind.
i'm afraid of what future brings, but i also never wanted to look back at the downfalls i've passed.
i feel like dying sometimes, the numbness inside of me that i feel in too many times.
but it won't take me anywhere.. not that i want to go somewhere. but i know the time is chasing after me and its wanting me to be somewhere. its forcing me to lift the weight up.
but deep inside i know that i cant do that, not on my own.
but theres nobody to call, and nowhere seems near to me.
—Zayn
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CHARCOAL - ziam
FanfictionThe aftermath of a young poet, Zayn and a not much younger doctor, Liam's affair. - - - - - - - All poetries are originally written by the writer.
