𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!!
I learned to avoid,
things that hurt me the most
Whether it's my feelings or people
It's not something to boast, I know
I don't know why I am the way I am
Just a glued up, broken vase
Being passed from hand, to hand
No real value and is too crooked to stand.
I'm not the best at hiding
When I'm hurt,
Or when I feel like dying
I'm just not worth...
Anyone trying
I often neglect my feelings
Because no one likes
A self centered weakling,
Always too much or too little, you see
And I'm often tired of me being so me.
Self sabotage is my middle name
No one plays it better
I'm good at this game.
Always feeling too much,
Always so self centered
Too broken and often a crutch,
Being full of one's self
Can leave you a bit out of touch.
I shit stars out of my ass I suppose,
And I always phrase it as
People come and go,
Who died and made me a know-it-all all
Quick to rise and even quicker to fall.
I didn't know
That I was passive aggressive until recently,
Always doing or saying something
Just to get a reaction out of them.
Isn't it funny
What a big joke
Just an attention seeking people pleaser
Couldn't think of anything sweeter
I really should get a hobby
Whatever I'm feeling isn't real
I just made these things up
Just so I could feel..
Have feelings
Right,
That's it,
I am the problem after all.
Sometimes I just sit here
And I think to myself,
If I just wait a while
Someone would care,
Someone would pick up their phone
and text me
To see how I'm doing,
Check on me and call.
But more often than not
Nothing, no worries at all
It's just me for days
And for a while, I think I'm ok
Then my arms are filled with bruises
And the pain in my neck takes forever to go away.
I am not worth much
No one has anything to say
And I care too much like usual
End up writing, just like this,
Sweet whispers and empty promises,
Like Cercies deadly kiss.
I don't know why I keep trying
I'm going to avoid this one too
I will pretend my feelings don't matter
And you should too.
Nothing changes anyway
No matter what I say
Stars move on and that's ok
Maybe it was better to leave my sky empty
I should have just stayed in the dark
This feeling is worse than dying
Im just not worth...
Anyone trying
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Midnight Chronicles
Poetry+- Sometimes the hardest battles are fought within. We all hide pieces of ourselves, but what happens when the walls break down? You can never hide forever. Pain can be a powerful teacher and often teaches us painful truths, pain never lies. In life...
