Steralune
Tears do fall from my eyes more often then I'd like. Sometimes they fall into the wee hours of the night.
Negative thoughts and how I wish they would stop. I can smile but my brain will tell me it's wrong and that it will never truly belong.
The arts are what keep me sane. It could be the definition of my life from drawing to relax to dedicating my entire life to singing and music. It means so much and is so hard to define other than what it gives me, hope.
Hurt me. Told me I wasn’t good enough. Here I am deciding not to listen and sing the cares away even if it won’t pay the bills.