It is like I was always cursed to think about the future....it always seemed hard for me to enjoy now....I was so afraid of the coming pain...I was haunted...

Maybe i am week after all cause it seemed like everyone was good at hiding whatever it is that made them sick...they may be hiding in the loudness of the world or in their hatred... in their laughs in their screams or just in their days....they didnt get consumed in it...they rolled with it....cause maybe after all maybe my weakness had gotten too immersed in me and taken over my whole self...my weak blood won me over and i was just torpid silly mortal too weak to feel...too week to fight ...too dull to bring light..too feeble to to exhale...to breath...to live.too numb to feel.

And suddenly dying will not be the scariest.the thing that will be scary is existing and surviving it

Hey guys I am starting up this new channel...you can find poetry and writings ...those type of writings that just hit you....all your pain that you wish you be explained...join