My Reason For Being.DysphoricForgive my voice that's straining past fragile words that burn from within a sore, strangled throat.I cannot begin to speak while I reach for what life left I have held in front of me.Do you hear me when I hold my last breath to whisper for you? I try not to disappoint you but I know you can hear me.With all this sorrow tinged in my cry, I say goodbye to the person I knew.I wish it wasn't so but I must push my carelessness away to the depths of what is holding my heartache together.You pushed me away, there was I who still loved you. You treated me awfully, there was you who once loved me.No longer taking this for much longe
Sta.sh
