I stew in this pool of water
Thinking about how much I hate myself
Thinking about how much pressure it'd take
For me to break every single bone in my body
Disintegrate into nothing
I stare at my reflection
And see mistake after mistake after mistake
I see a flawed existence
I see a design meant for another world
One where charcoal is gold
And I don't need Eurocentric features to feel beautiful
To feel whole
Just string me up and send me to the next life
Maybe this time I'll live
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
