I'm a broken poem.
I have no motivation to process criticism that has been said towards me.
There is no one more empty than I am.
All I do is tell you how I feel .
I don't want to explain how I got here.
But I will tell you the day I no longer felt anything.
It was 4:37am October 26 2015 and I was staring at a wall.
Everything at once left me.
And now all I am left with is a rotting , aching , corpse I call my body.
Im an idiot btw
YOU ARE READING
You are safe here
PoetryFor what it's worth , I have welcomed the motivation to write this , and just like me , i don't think it will stay long .
