I'm shaking again. I don't want to screw things up, honestly. I'm so petrified that I will because everything I've ever done I have messed up in some way. I've constantly been blamed for everything, no matter if there was no way possible that I could have done it. So, yes, I'm afraid. I'm afraid you're going to get so exhausted of me because I am such a fuck up. I can't do anything right, so what makes you think I can do this right? This world has given me a chance, and I still want to let go of that chance. Life is grabbing me by the hand, holding onto me, ensuring that I can't let go. So for now, either I gain some confidence and tell you I can't want this, or I'll continue to live life the way it is and hope you'll tell me what I've always known. I'm a screw up and I need you to notice so neither of us get hurt.
YOU ARE READING
To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
