I wish I could go back to being emotionless.
To being in a constant state of numbness.
That way I wouldn't have to feel the pain of my unrequited love for you.
That way I would never feel sadness
And cry at the smallest things.
But then I guess I wouldn't feel happiness either.
But honestly?
It seems a small and insignificant price to pay.
Because then I wouldn't be agonizing over how little you text me now
How you never call
How you said you didn't want me to visit you.
Sometimes, when I'm lucky, I feel numb naturally
Though I usually feel like crying for a couple of seconds before becoming that way again while it lasts.
I want to go back to when I was younger
When the only times I cried was when an animal died.
I wish I could go back to when I was younger
When I was pretty
And skinny.
Now I'm older
And fat
And ugly
And I can't do anything about it
Because I hate doing the things that can fix it
Because I have no discipline
Because I'm lazy
Because I love food
Because I can't do makeup everyday
Because I have no money to get plastic surgery.
I wish I could go back to being emotionless
So I wouldn't worry and cry over the future.
I'm almost eighteen.
I graduate high school in May.
And I truly feel I have no purpose outside of school.
People have been continuously asking if I'm going to go to college.
My answer each time is the same:
"Theoretically? Yes. Realistically? Not a chance."
I'm afraid I'm going to be stuck inside, living with my parents my entire life.
The only counteract I had planned for this was to travel the world with the boy I fell in love with
But then he found another to share that dream with.
I feel I don't have a purpose in this world
And I fear I never will.
I know these are seemingly problems of little importance for most
I'm aware.
But they are momentous for me.
I wish they could solve themselves
But they can't.
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PoetryWritten by, in the teenage years of, a not so special girl, with a not so special past, with a not so special life. Written by a girl who could never write poetry in the first place, but still did so when her emotions spilled over the edge. Writte...