i thought it would be safe to distance myself
so in case shit like this happened
i would be able to live without you
but not only is it not true
i caused you to leave
i caused this
i'm so tired of fucking up
why can't i do something right for once
i'm not independent
i'm a joke
i can't wash my own clothes
or make my own food
i need you
to breathe, to eat, to wake up
i need you to live
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
