I’m back…

Hey guys, guess what… it’s senior year. Took a break for a while to gather myself.

(Part of senior pics)

But on the other hand, I also catch myself writing when I’m in a bad spot, whether it’s good or bad I always keep it. But i wrote this one a while back.

When asked who made you feel this way, so unworthy and ripped apart

I can’t respond with a name

So my head feeds myself anxiety and calls it love

I become my own worst enemy until my mind became the sun that dries my heart like water in the desert

It turns my lungs into cancer till they become numb

For the sole purpose of being able to breathe at night when I’m alone again