I could easily relapse.
But I won't.
At least I think.
The urge is unbearable.
Just tear through the skin.
No one cares if you're here.
You're not important.
You don't deserve sympathy.
But I can't be a coward.
Everyone else can do it on their own, why can't I?
Why is it so hard for me to just accept that I'm alone?
On this earth filled with billions of people, I'm no one's number one.
And I never have been.
It's really not that hard of a concept.
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Şiirpoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
