Look at me I'm a mess
I cant even talk right without stuttering every word that leaves my mouth
I'm shaking and crying letting all the tears stain my face in pain and agony
I don't want to go on, so why should I?
Why do I have to face all these familiar faces, whom of which don't even like me
Or so I think
The thoughts in my head make reality disappear and replace it with new events I think will occur but really don't
So why do I still think its real?
I can feel more tears flowing out of my eyes
They are blocking my ability to see
Blocking my ability to breathe
I cant breathe
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Look Past My Imperfections
ŞiirThis will be a series of poems which means every single page will be something different. Some of These poems will be on my mind and some of them will be actual events in my life. I wont be telling you which ones have actually happened to me. Edit...
