I honestly
Don't know anymore
Like what to do
And where to go
I don't know if I wanna
Live anymore
What's worth living for?
This is feasible, my death that is.
And I don't want sympathy
Or to be loved.
I should be happy but I'm not
I should be grateful but I'm not
I should be happy in my own skin,
But I'm not.
I'm nothing, and I know you see it
Too.
YOU ARE READING
Love // Thought
PoetryPoems about unrequited love, melancholia, and thoughts day-to-day (Updated randomly)