She sat on the floor.
Purple bags visible underneath her swollen eyes.
She takes in another heavy breath.
"I swore that this time it would be different, i let myself down."
She kept typing......
" I wanted this book to be different, i wanted to reach everyone, instead i started writing for me."
Her heart was healthy again.
She breathed deep.
" I'm okay"
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
