Confession #88: In the end, the person I hate the most is myself.
I cannot put this into words,
I don't know how to say it,
and be heard.
But, I have this hatred in me,
That's killing me slowly,
the art of procrastination,
is tearing me.
I don't know what to say,
I just want to go away,
I want my problems to leave,
I don't want to smile
I don't even know what I'm writing anymore. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. This was supposed to be a poem but now it's not nothing at all. It's random shit that I have no idea what it means. My mind is scattered and I can't even come up with a plan of what I want to do today.
Fuck the world
I just would like a bullet to my head
Get it over with
I can't live like this
I don't want to live like this.
I will stay for another day and see.
UNtil then,
Love,
Taz xx
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Non-Fiction"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe I'm just Taz. A girl who is...
