Fighting For My Life 

I hate when my mornings run into the afternoons and then turn into evenings. My day is nothing but a blur. I swear I can feel the weight on my shoulders of a million worries. I’ve been arguing with my own self within my thoughts all day. It’s just like a never-ending game of tug-of-war. Sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. I try my best to portray confidence with a smile to match. It’s easy to cover up my anxieties, but if you really knew what challenged me today, you’d understand what an absolute victory it is for me to still be alive ….


About Secret Stains

I wanna do something that matters, say something different, something that sets the whole world on it's ear. i wanna do something better with the time I've been given and I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life to prove I was here. I apologize if I seem absent minded sometimes. Sometimes I forget I'm still awake and say things out loud. Inside I am beginning to burst at the seams. There are so many secrets ... so many scars ... so many stains. This is me. Welcome to my world.
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4 Responses to Fighting For My Life 

  1. manyofus1980 says:

    I think I get it…i am glad your alive. xxx

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  2. Jason@Solace says:

    Stay strong. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

    Liked by 1 person

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