They always say " things happen for a reason "
Then what's the reason for me hating myself?
Being depressed?
All people want to do is fix me. How? It's like trying to fix glass. All you can do is throw it away and try not to get cut in the process.
I am glass. Everything I touch I hurt, including myself. How am I supposed to continue? How am I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for?
I am not a princess, there is no Prince Charming waiting to save me, the damsel in distress. Nope.
And that is my sad reality.
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Delicate Meanings
PoetryEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
