I don’t know why I say the things I do.
Why I continue to put myself out there after all I’ve been through.
I guess I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic some would say..
I believe in true love and hope to find it one day.
I’ve given a lot of my love to all the wrong ones.
All the time and effort let me tell you I’ve spent tons.
I work so hard to please everyone else.
More often than not I destroy myself.
I’m stuck in my head, can’t find a way out.
So many thoughts I couldn’t tell you what they’re about.
My writing is my escape, and boy do I need it!
An emotional whirlwind I must admit.
I let myself down time and time again...
not even sure I know where it all began.