dizzy headaches and thoughts of the past. not something I've ever been fond of, but something that hasn't left me alone for years.
i cannot sleep at all anymore, nor eat. anything I do makes me feel like the dirt that we walk upon everyday has more value than I do. just laying in a closed, dark room existing until my final days is what I feel my purpose is.
I get that my life is great and I have the most amazing people by me. but it's myself, the complete epitome of scum that I hate about living and loving. I am the most disgusting person I'll ever meet in my fucking life.
I'd do anything to get away from the person I know in the mirror. my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, I cannot stop thinking about the past and twisting the truths about my present. I am worth nothing.
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poems,, by me
PoetryFor those of you that don't know, I am a poet. I don't write poems that rhyme or write the type you would find in a childrens book. I write poems based off of real events and feelings, hope you enjoy. small reminder: some of these aren't exactly poe...
