IT'S ALL FUCKING AWFUL
WHY
WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO BE THIS WAY
WHY AM I SO DESERTED AND DESOLATE AND EVERYONE ELSE IS OKAY
FUCK
I CANT ANYMORE
i just fucking cant
i want to sob
maybe i do need someone
and maybe i was wrong to completely push you away
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
