Literature
12:03
Dear God
i don't know that you exist,
but when i'm afraid, you're as real as this keyboard beneath my clenched fist.
Right now i sit on my floor and i'm trying not to cry,
but I find myself searching for the saddest song on my iTunes playlist to help me try.
I'm in trouble,
This is a struggle.
I have hurt people by living my life,
The peace cut in half by a stupid little putty knife.
Am i crazy?
I am sorry.
I wish angry people would talk rather than push you away,
Everything is better without the 'my way or the highway'.
I am the bad one for choosing to be myself when i was never allowed to,
Maybe this could be my long awaited b
