Today
I said
fuck you.
I said fuck you
to the weak me.
You're not going to
bring me down anymore.
Fuck you!
I'm going to
get better.
I'm going to be
healthier,
stronger
and
in love
with myself.
Not because I have to
but because I want to.
Fuck you
to the negative thoughts,
the pain
and the constant feeling of
not being enough.
I'm going to be enough.
For myself.
Because I am
the only one
that will be there for me
till the day that I die.
So fuck you,
weak me.
Watch me get better.
YOU ARE READING
The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoesiaThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
