I’m fine
I’m fine we’ll atleast I will in time. there’s a sight coming
from my head saying I’ll be fine, not now but soon enough.
Groups of people laughing and joking, people smiling, to
many people, hundreds. My cheeks gone blush red, I wish
I never left my bed but then again I once read a book that said
giving up wasn’t an option and it’s definitely not a way out.
The books have me hooked in a whole other mysterious world
almost like an escape. One day I want to be the one that can
create a safe escape for people like me looking for comfort in
words. Words can be prettier than birds, sounds weird to wright
your feeling and thoughts on a page dosnt it? Well no your wrong
it’s not weird at all. If anything once I right all my hurt and darkness
just disappear once the tears stop hitting the page as the pen touches
the page making more than words. Ignoring the peers wasn’t such a
bad idea after all, they were no good for me. Now I finally have a good
chance of a good future and career ahead of me. You see it’s true you really
can do anything you put your mind to.
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