Why do I need to claim someone to be my valentine? Why is there a holiday for loving someone? Far as I know I've been cursed and don't find love, then again I'm only a Seventeen year old. I feel like this is holiday I should've skipped, but because of my inner desire to be able to find the meaning of this holiday, I'm stuck wearing red. On the inside, I'm bleeding, I'm dying.
Now I know the inside of oneself is red, due to it being your insides. But when I say I'm bleeding it's in my mind, I'm slowly decaying into nothingness, my anger and sadness have overcame my stable self, and now I'm empty. So valentine's day is not about the love with me, it's about my constant misfortune with said holiday.... enjoy yours.
—————— Antonio
Taveras
——A call for help
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Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
