I live a very empty life. I am empty. I am always sad. I am depressed, I am not happy, I have no friends so I'm very lonely, I'm always tempted to chat the wrong person up just for a little bit of companionship. I am very lonely and it's so sad. My life is empty.
Hit my chest and hear it echo.
I don't know why I feel like this. I always feel like this. I don't know where my home is supposed to be, I think I'm supposed to find it in myself, but I'm a mess. I'm always sad, and lonely when I'm alone in the room, my fingers between my legs. Or when I'm I'm the midst of people, holding them as they blur into one.
It's a sadness that always return. A familiar grief that has made a home in my ribcage. I am lonely, torn between who I am, and who I want to be -- I want to be a Wanderer, I want to fleet and drift, but I want to be loved, I want to have a home. I don't know how these two can work together.
I want to be loved, but seeing as I'm lonely, no one will love me. I want to be enough for myself, but I don't like myself very much. I am alive because if the people I love. I watched Little Women and cried like a baby, because my life sucks and I see Jo March, I look like Jo March, I feel like Jo March, I want to be a powerful woman who is not just known for love, but for the great things she becomes, however, I am also lonely, very lonely and empty, and sad, but it's just another day, and tomorrow, another.
For me, For Viola, For Bree and For Jo.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
