june 26th, 2017
the night continues to fade away, and i fail to find myself a time of rest. my mind is so awake tonight, brewing in its cauldron of despicable self-pity.
there is weakness in me that people mistake for strength. there is ugliness in me that people mistake for beauty.
self-hatred, self-pity, it all means the same in the end. weak souls wail as if they believe they pity themselves and hate themselves for possibly pitying.
i am a weak soul, and i understand why it's so easy to move past me now.
no one wants a weak soul around.
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the deluded ones [#2]
Poetry★ WINNER OF THE SHADOW AWARDS FOR POETRY ★ "sometimes i lose my way, but they say love is pain, so i'll hurt once more tonight, just for your sake because i'm at an all time low, and you've made me change." ✦ lovely cover by @anthem- c: sequel to "s...
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