one day, I tell myself,
I will move out of my house,
and graduate highschool and college,
find love,
buy my own car,
get married,
and have kids.
now I'm stuck in the repetitive thoughts that none of that will happen,
and I will be alone in this world,
but deep down inside I have the feeling of hope,
hope to find someone who will teach me to love myself and to love me.
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Book of Poems
Poesíahey everyone it's your favorite emo here with her poems she tries to write late at night when she can't sleep, super depressed, or whatever. ****TRIGGER WARNING; BLOOD, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE.****
