You've been.
Eventually, those people who make you feel like crap need to get removed. This one wasn't supposed to be about "you" but I guess it fits, huh?
I'm trying to better myself. I'm trying to feel confident in my body, my emotions, my life. If you aren't helping, you've been removed.
Cancelled.
Cancelled.
Cancelled.
You've been.
One step to getting better is to surround myself with those who aren't going to use me.
At one point, I'm going to TRY to remove you from my life. If you don't go, I know you're trustworthy. I guess "you" weren't, but who cares anymore.
Y'know, my thoughts should be removed. I guess that's kinda what I'm doing here. The point is, I'm trying to be happy and by doing that, I have to get rid of those that are in the way.
So on that note;
Removed.
You've been.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
