The words are stuck in the back of my throat.
Is this the only reason why we are getting old?
Or is there more to our story?
Are we meant to fail, or bath in glory?
Voices are yelling loud inside my mind.
And believe me when I tell you, they aren't kind.
You failed at life, at being a daughter.
Maybe I should try to work a little harder.
Or maybe it's just me being hard on myself.
If I could switch, I would want to be anybody else.
But I'm stuck with the person that I am.
So I'll pick up my pen.
And write what my head already knows:
Even though she died, she'll always be close.
Rest in peace mom♡
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My Life, My Thoughts
RandomA book where you can read about my life, my experience and things that bother me, as well as some other things I come up with. It will get dark and heavy in here, so be warned if you decide to read whatever is in here. My life hasn't been all rainbo...
