~Fine~
People ask are you ok? I always say: yeah I'm fine.
What I really mean is:
I feel Broken. Useless. Alone. Clueless. Confused. Betrayed. Fragile. On the verge of tears. Depressed. Anxious. About to breakdown. Ready to give up. Pathetic. Annoying. I'm just a burden. Distant. Lonely. Bitter. Heartbroken. Rejected. Crushed. I feel like I'm going to just fall apart at any moment. Empty. Defeated. Never good enough.
But other than that, I'm perfectly fine.
(Not mine from photo on FB)
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Poems About My So Called Life
Poetrypoems somewhat about me, how I am, And what I keep bottled up.
