I don’t know why I say the things I do.

Why I continue to put myself out there after all I’ve been through.

I guess I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic some would say..

I believe in true love and hope to find it one day. 

I’ve given a lot of my love to all the wrong ones.

All the time and effort let me tell you I’ve spent tons.

I work so hard to please everyone else.

More often than not I destroy myself. 

I’m stuck in my head, can’t find a way out. 

So many thoughts I couldn’t tell you what they’re about. 

My writing is my escape, and boy do I need it! 

An emotional whirlwind I must admit. 

I let myself down time and time again... 

not even sure I know where it all began.