It's clear to me
Everything life has to offer
It's like a blank page
But your journey is written in invisible ink.
Every now and then you get a bit of colour, a pop of blue or pink
I don't know what else to say.
Sometimes to see yourself through the clearest mirror, you have to go to a place where you cant see yourself.
Sometimes when you need to think about your next steps, you need to put yourself in a place where you can choose not to take another.
Sometimes when you're ready to end it all, the best medicine is to give yourself the chance to.
I guess this is my chance.
What do I do now.
YOU ARE READING
Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.
RandomRead it, don't read it, I don't care its only the voices inside my head.
