Literature
maybe one day it'll be ok
Sometimes it feels like the words on my shoulders, crushing me under its weight. I may be weak,but I'll fight. Fight for my rights. I don't deserve to be happy, but will I try? I will, it may destroy me, but I have to tough it out. If I don't I'll wind up alone, which is my biggest fear. I've grown comfortable with being alone, but I hate it every second. Being alone has its merits, no more rejection, no more loss. But, it has its down falls. You have no one to pick you up, to hold and say it'll be ok. I want that, bad. I want to know for once, that someone loves me no matter what. But will that ever happen, I'm doubting it. But I have to try