I’m done asking for help. I’m done being a blog. (right) I’m done being sentences in a text. I’m done with rejection, with doctors that dismiss me and don’t even try…. Ive done With everything I was supposed to do.
I’m done standing in the aftermath alone and misunderstood!
Who am I? I don’t want to fight anymore… I’m too tired… I’m now done with my temper-tantrum :\