I’m failing in life.
It’s been a rough few years,
Each time I think
“I hope next year it gets better”
And it gets worse.
This must how drowning must feel like.
Each effort to breathe,
Is more half hearted.
Poetic explorations of inner self experiences from online social life
I’m failing in life.
It’s been a rough few years,
Each time I think
“I hope next year it gets better”
And it gets worse.
This must how drowning must feel like.
Each effort to breathe,
Is more half hearted.