together we could make a lovely mess,
with the disgust and hate that is embodied,
the world can be vicious,
full of stupid written rules.
rules we are obligated to follow.
existence can sting,
a sudden prick that draws blood.
that little drop could feel like a knife slicing through veins.
but at least i have this distraction,
from this sick reality,
don't think that this means you're one of the good ones
because you're not.
you're just as awful,
but in a world full of awful people.
i'll settle for the best of the worst.
or maybe i'm the worst of them all.
YOU ARE READING
loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
