sometimes i sit in my room and chant pinterest quotes.
2pm or 5am? it makes no difference.
i sit in the middle and chant
i do not want what does not want me
i only want what wants me
and it is a pretty pastel pinterest quote.
until i realize.
i really only want what wants me.
why would i ever want something or someone who doesn't want me at the end.
there is no plot.
no fate.
no line to walk.
if he really wants me, he has all the power to let me know.
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all the things i couldn't say
Poetryshort poems, thoughts and more or less an online diary from a young, sleep deprived, severely depressed student, who has written before but only to herself. trigger warning: suicidal thoughts and tendencies, discussion of trauma, eating disorders, a...
