No such thing as hopeless.
The found love in a hopeless place, the song says. http://www.metrolyrics.com/we-found-love-lyrics-rihanna.html
She survived, we all read. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-17685361
Im alive, you see. (Still writing..)
I was born premature. I dont know all the details, just know I was very small.
Doctors didn’t think I would live.
Its been 17 years. My birthday was on May 16. I didn’t write about it.
Waiting to be filled
not knowing with what
but tired of angry and of fleeting happiness.
I want to be filled with peace and not lose focus.
im empty without a desire.
I desire to help. To be useful.
I look for approval.
And when I find it, I still look for approval in others.
There is no point in searching because
I don’t even approve myself.
I look for acceptance.
I don’t deserve to be part of something.
Yet, I strive to be.
I don’t want to be left out…
Everyone is getting older
I should be a part of something.
Im empty looking for a filler.
Life occupies me.