catch-up

I’m tired of never fitting in.

heartbreak

the sound of glass shatteringon blood-drenched floors,the mournful cries of griefechoing through empty halls — when will enough be enough? i think this poem speaks for itself.

belief

they kick you down and throw you aroundbut you know you are enough,and, soon, one day, you’ll be at the top,and they’ll be looking up at you. ALWAYS remember that you are enough. ALWAYS know that someone out there cares for you. ALWAYS believe in yourself, no matter what.