SimplyDarkerthanDeaF

This moments when I feel like everything about is not complete, like there is so much to me, but I can't bring anything forth. I want so bad, and I want to give forth something for all the world to be, but there's just something inside of me. That is trying, doing it can to come to the surface, but there's nothing push this all forth. Like my love for being something more, is being rubbed blind, by something in me also. But I can't figure out what it is, nor does it come to full light, of something that I can end. I have the desire, to push myself, but when I do it's as though. It is for nothing. Just something that is a plague, unto my soul,