I feel sad.
unwanted.
lonely.
confused.
desperate.
I wish my feelings
were something I could
pinpoint.
Because I'm fucking
[tired]
of not knowing.
Anything.
I just...
d o n ' t k n o w.
[I feel hated
and that's stupid.]
YOU ARE READING
My Lies
PoetryThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
