the book of whimsy ✓

i'm done hoping

i wrote this one a couple weeks ago... enjoy :)

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i thought i'd gotten

all my tears out

last night

but maybe i only

rid myself

of air

because i can't

breathe

i know i keep

saying that

but it's the only

comparison

that rings true

i feel

suffocated

i forgot how to

say

"you're welcome"

my mother told me

that someone

was going to die

today

and i said

"nice"

is this who i've

become?

i don't want

this to be

who i've

become

can i slip into

someone else's

skin

for the day

for a little while

i think i'd be

more comfortable

in anyone else's

but mine

i'm so tired

of looking in the

mirror

i'm so tired

of wishing i was

someplace else

because you shouldn't

want

to be someplace else

when you live in

a good house

with

good people

and you're

happy

or you're

supposed to be

at least

i keep looking for

people

to trust

but i don't let them in

i keep

waiting

for friends

but the truth is that

i don't have enough

love

to give everyone

enough

even if i give my own