I'm done, I'm done, I'm done
It's all fucking pointless
I'm serious it fucking is
I'm glad I'm on meds, because God my un-medicated self pisses me off...
Evreytime I look in the fucking mirror I wanna jump off a cliff
This isn't healthy I say that evreynight but this is some form of self-harm
It's gross I also say that alot don't i?
I wish I wasn't myself, my poems are much more different aren't they?
I hate this I really do, I pretend everyone else needs to change but it's so apparent I hardly have... which I hate admitting.
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I don't really wanna continue this, but from now on my poems will actually change because evreytime I read or write my stupid pathetic wannabe poetry, I wanna vomit. Like I've said before I need a diary, maybe I'll continue my poems there and choose the best to post on here (because frankly 100 parts should span a few years, not 6 months) aswell as I need to get a therapist, like that is my highest priority rn.
Quick ps: it'd been 5 months :( that's even worse
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoetryA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
