what if i screamed my pain.
what if i painted my stuckness.
what if i drawed my loss of hope.
what if i teared my walls,
and scratched my walk.
i want to breathe normally,
i want my fantasies back.
i need to be able to look up and believe.
i need to be able to look out and see.
i need to be able to feel inside my self and feel
my self and yours
- découragée de la vie || blerh.