Wish I could make myself a priority.
I've never knew how to put myself in first place,
I've never knew how to feel like I matter.
I've never knew how to act like normal.
I've never knew how to be like I need to be loved.
How to like myself for what I am
and not to hate myself for what I am not?
YOU ARE READING
memories of a broken heart
Poetryi'm writing a lot of stuff lately that I think is called poetry (well, for me is just sadness turned into words, but, whatever), i decided to post them here :)
