Daily tasks are written,
Daily memories are etched into my mind...
Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...
I'm tired,
I'm done crawling from the bottom...
Sitting alone,
Silently screaming...
Writing,
Escapes...
Granted my writing has hit a lot of lows,
It also has quite a few highs...
Writers,
We all have the same purpose...
Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...
Sitting patiently,
Awaiting the news...
I'm an inspirational writer,
I still question what that means...
As I walk around,
I see so many others happy...
Written: 7 years ago
You left me earlier in the year...