perfect is not a word that i would use to describe myself,
i'm a lot of things, but then i can be nothing.
it's as if i'm stuck, screaming for someone to save me.
i need to understand that people may not want to help a depressed teen.
i need to learn how to walk on my own feet and how to love myself again.
it's gonna take sometimes but right now i'm loving myself, slowly.
'Ci'Agea
YOU ARE READING
Endless poetry, from a black girl.
PoetryQuote: "I will shed all of this skin down to the very bone, beneath it if that's what it will take for you to come to realization that appreciate is not what makes a human beautiful." -Christopher Pointdexter. just some of my feelings jumbled up...
