7 months without you
It’s been 7 months. I tried to keep myself busy. The moment I stop… I break down. I keep going and keep going and people tell me I’m doing too much and I don’t have the courage to tell them that if I stop, I’m afraid I’ll break down. She taught me all that she knew. She made me. I must keep going. I must.
I don’t have the luxury of a break down.
Nor can I take the scrutiny.
I must keep going.
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