I am sitting here today writing this as I have just come home from seeing all of you and realizing that all my past failures and mistakes are always going to be helg against me. I am never going to escape the foolishness of my past. Those mistakes I made back then are haunting me and I don't know if I will ever be able to escape them.
You all beleive I have done nothing but wasted my life. You never saw my pain. I never had someone believe in me. I do not know if I believe in myself anymore.
How do I go about living if I feel that I am already dead? How do I go about caring, if I have no one who cares?
How do I go about dreaming, if I have run out of things to dream? How do I go on being, when I no longer wish to be.
About the Creator
Henry Parrish Jr.
I have a BA in History and am working on an MA in English. I have always written poems and short stories since middle school.
Author of my first novel, After The Fall, available here https://books.by/henrydparrishjr
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