What am I doing?
Going back and forth
betweens apps.
Where am I going?
Nowhere if I keep this up.
I'm pathetic.
What a waste built up.
Spending a whole day waiting for someone to talk to me.
But- I-I can't write.
I lack 'motivation'.
An excuse as disgusting as myself .
I have no reason to be done.
I have no reason not to write.
I miss-
Weakling.
I can't go a day without my friends.
Fuck that 'lonely heart' shit thing.
I'll never make it on my own.
Maybe I should give up now.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
