Talking to you is like trying to move mountains God didn't give me that strength
And even if he did...
would it be worth using that ability on such an narcissistic imbecile
I feel degraded
like I really beg for your attention
like I really do everything I can to remain good enough
I knew I was never good enough
Nothing I ever did could suffice your limitless standards
Everything isn't about you
You're not the only one who wounds bleed
//e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
شِعرA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
