I'm so sad, so unbelievably sad.
I could blame it on anyone or anything, but the source off all my sorrow is me.
It's my fault, in more ways than one. In the past I would look past it and tell myself it would be ok, but this time I see clearly, that nothing will change anytime soon.
And strangely, I'm ok with this. Shouldering all of this sadness and regret is something I must do.
And for anyone who might read this, don't worry. I don't plan on taking my own life, nor do I plan on taking anyone else's. You don't have to worry about me hurting myself in any way. No amount of pain could possibly stagger up to what I feel now.
You don't have to talk to me, I want to be alone now. I'm sure you're worried, but it'll be ok, I'll be ok.
I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry..
-Me (10/22/14)
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How I Really Feel
PoetryShort stories and poems, most of which are written at some of my lowest points. I've been writing a lot and sharing it to my Instagram, but I figured I'd give my inner thoughts for you here to look at. I'm going to be starting from the beginning, fr...
