I'm sorry
I'm digusting, pathetic, worthless
I dream of a realistic fairytale believing too much that I can possibly have it some day
But that day will never come
Who am I to anyone but a laughing stock?
I just might as well die, I won't be missed. But even then I'm too pathetic, to kill myself, I'm too scared and anyways... why give myself a break? I deserve it.
2/12/17
By Junebug_21
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems by Me
PoesiaJust poems of what I may feel or might have felt at a certain point. Hope you enjoy.
