still here

I am who I am.
i’m not afraid of that.
but there’s some things I don’t know
how to talk about.
or… I don’t want to.
Things I simply can’t write about.
can’t bring the words to form.
can’t allow another thought to make me mourn.
more tears.
sick of fears.
but at least it didn’t drag on for years.

// love, bri

Briana AniysaComment