• narft1011 5w


    I feel a newce on my neck slowly tighten every inch of my thoughts. A stool wobbling my unsteady heart everytime I breathe
    — hoping I can stand just a little stronger,
    just alittle more steady.
    Life is not that easy
    and steady is only a illusion.
    It can only mask the hidden fear and Nevers faces it. But what do I do if they see through my mask. The horor and years of pain, stress, tears hiding— stretching my soul thin. I'm such a fraud and I hope they never break through the gates of my hell.