A Public Poetry Diary

11/26/17

What the fuck was I thinking,
I wasn't supposed to do this shit.

I wasn't supposed to love you,
I was supposed to stay in the background,
People in the background don't get hurt.

But I didn't do what I knew I should've.
And here I am,
I don't have the strength to even get out of bed,
I'm a fucking weakling.

I screwed up,
God I screwed up,
I'm too young for this shit,
I shouldn't feel this way,
So... broken,
So empty,
And yet here I am,
Crying in a pit of despair around noon.

I shouldn't feel sorry for myself,
....in all honesty, I knew this would happen,
I knew.
I fucking knew.