Thursday, 20 February 2014

I'm empty.

I want to be whole. I don't know of I was ever whole to begin with but I want to be something other than empty. I'm sick of screaming and yelling over things that shouldn't be screamed and yelled over. I'm sick of always wanting to hit something and the anger swelling inside. I'm sick of it all and sometime there isn't any medicine that can fix it. Sometimes you just get left empty and bleeding. I want to find happiness in this bleak world where nothing ever happens unless your brave enough to risk it all. 

I wish I was brave.