I am a dreamer, I admit. I am not always realistic. That’s a fact. I followed my dreams. I was never afraid to chase after the crazy ideas in my head. The processes has been painful. I have failed again and again, yet managed to slip by. I watch as my grades hit catastrophic lows and my social life deteriorates. All of my dreams are slipping through my fingers. Why can’t I do what everyone else can? I am intelligent. I am creative. I have endless possibilities. …But that’s all they’ll ever be… possibilities. While I could write a poem that would bring you to […]
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Slipping Through My Fingers
I know that suicide is not an option because I love to many people, and I do not want to hurt them. But the idea of killing myself becomes more and more attractive everyday. How unhappy I truly am is invisible to everyone that I love, and I am invisible too. I am so tired of being lonely and giving my all to people who do not care for me in return, and those who once did care about me go away eventually because I am not worth it to them. I try hard to make everyone around me happy but it never seems to […]