(tw: mention of suicide/dying, drugs, alcohol)
like always, i'm not promoting anything bad, this is a vent poem
what the fuck what the fuck
why does it feel like i'm stuck
i don't have the energy for this
i'm not someone people will miss
no one will miss me when this is over
i don't feel like this when i'm not sober
drinking and getting high
it's not that i don't want to die
i don't wanna live but i don't wanna kill myself
it doesn't matter, i'll hide my feelings on a shelf
suppress everything
i feel nothing
maybe i wanna die
i just don't understand why
YOU ARE READING
things i keep to myself
Poésie(2022-2024) just a collection of poems i've written photo creds: myself AKA: words kept secret: a poem collection of a heartbroken, lovesick, teenager copywrite 2024
