I'm out of time. I'm out of want. I'm out of cares. I'm out of fucks to give. The words smeared on a page, ink like blood on a blurry canvas where you used to be the background. I stare at the blankness and bleakness of the pages of life before me and tear them from the book. Cast them onto the wind for them to blow away. Cannot stop the pages I cannot stop time. Don't worry, if I keep saying it, one day I'll believe it. I'm fine. Smile hard, smile true. The only one you can trust to let you down is you. #writing #mywriting #wordsmeaneverything #poetry #feelings #hidetherealme #smilelikeyoumeanit














