Disgusting.
Just absolutely disgusting.
That's okay though. Nobody said you had to love yourself to keep breathing.
But is it really breathing?
Is it really life?
Is it really okay when you look in the mirror and feel absolutely repulsed by who stares back at you?
Sure the number keeps dropping but it's not enough. It's just never enough.
Like the writer filling the pages of this meaningless story, just not enough.
Yea I know that's confusing but nobody said this had to make sense.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
