To the Reader

Sometimes i struggle to write, but i feel it's my only release, sometimes it just takes time, so be patient with me please? And when i manage, to gather my words, i will tell you, even if it hurts, tell you what's in, my heart and soul, what breaks me down, what makes me whole. I'll tell you what i think i feel, what i'm unsure of, what i know's real. And then i will let you decide, what it real, and what's disguised.