I hate to admit but looking at my deeper roots is very hard. I am trying so hard to stay strong, to breath, to keep my head up when in reality I want to dump out a box of toys and kick a chair.
my mind and heart already feel bare, I do not understand why I now find it just as hard to even see the point. I no longer feel like I am allowed to love, is this it...all I have been left with is myself and that scares me the most. heh...I feel I have always been good at somewhat hiding my feelings, except when it comes to paper. It is the only time I can be free with my words, so now you know sweet book of poetry that inside I am FRAGILE.
CZYTASZ
Writings from the soul
Poezjahello my name is April and these are my original poems/ short writings. I write what's real to me, what's my reality and what is raw but also some are just burst of inspiration and I write as they come to me and will keep them organized. feel fre...
