I was happy being your girl.

Everybody will need help at some point in their life.

Nobody likes to feel suffocated.

You make me feel so suffocated.

I was something other than this.

Sometimes you just want something other than what you have.

I can’t deal with such an extreme contast.

Poem describing what myself and most feel… trapped, suffocated, lost and out of control. Battling demons in the neverending revolving clusterfuck.

Everybody needs some breathing space.

Never stay in a hurtful relationship that brings you down.