All my life I have heard the words:
I love you.
You can get better,
I love you.
Therapy will work,
I love you.
Why are you like this?
I love you.
You're fucking everything up,
I love you.
You're the family disappointment,
I love you.
Don't call me your mother anymore,
i love you.
You can get better.
Therapy will work.
Get out of my house,
she told me;
With the lingering taste of:
I love you.
[idk, this is just some shitty poetry i wrote when i was alone & drunk last night. song is Keaton Henson - To your health]
YOU ARE READING
emotionally
Nonfiksibasically a book where i write down how i'm feeling, throw in some really shitty poetry here and there and maybe a few songs for the hell of it. [ trigger warning ]
