Tired of losing it. I am but my own maze, no escape to it. An unbelievably weak person overwhelmed by my mind. I cannot see the point in sharing this with somebody who would never understand.






I am wasting my time. Day by day it's all slipping through my fingers. I have done nothing but try to cling on to something that was never there to start with. Perhaps you are but another outcome of my desperation

I am very tired of crying when I don't know why I am. It just feels as though I have to let it out. One way or the other.