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the problem is you could tell me you love me again and again but my mind keeps fucking me up, telling me all you do is lie
and it's not because I don't like you, it's because I'm fucked up. I'm too scared to be loved. What I fuck you up? What if I'm not good enough?
you'll realise soon enough, that I'm a burden and you can't do a fuck
because I don't know how to help, don't know if I want to
maybe it's better, when I just stay hidden in my room? But even when I do nothing, I'm a disappointment tho.
so if I reach out, and I feel like you don't care I probably never text you about my problems ever again.
not because I hate you, just because I'm scared.
that even you, will disappear.
YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poetry« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
