The seas can bring death.
Or life
The morning can bring joy.
Or sorrow.
Each breath can be a relief
Or a wave guilt.
Time moves painfully slow as it races by.
My mind is numbed by the constant fear and sadness
Which echoes in every area of my being.
Fear and defeat are my default moods.
I would say help.
But fuck it.
howlite:
hope your okay hun!