I fall in love easily.
I like pop music
And going hiking.
I don't sleep enough.
I hate what you did to me.
Maybe I'm afraid to fall in love.
I love my mom.
I don't believe in religion.
I wish you were dead.
I believe in God.
I miss my mom.
I like to travel
And go to concerts.
I'm in love with my friend.
You are the first person I've wished dead.
I've fallen in love twice.
I don't think about my mom.
I forget to do laundry
And sleep more than I should.
I miss my mom.
I fell in love with someone else while I was still with you.
I question religion.
He doesn't love me.
I write when I'm sad.
I cried while you touched me.
I thought it wasn't rape because I didn't say no.
I hate myself because I loved you.
I miss my mom.
I still think about you.
I wish I didnt think about you.
I still cry over you.
I don't think about my mom.
I wonder if God loves my mom as much as I do.
I wonder if I will go to Hell.
It was rape.
I miss my mom.
I wonder if my soul exists.
I don't believe in religion.
I like spending time with my dad.
I like to write
And I like to be hugged.
I wonder if I am a good person.
I think I am falling out of love.
My cat loves me.
Sometimes my dad makes me cry.
I don't think about my mom.
I talk to God.
I don't laugh as much as I used to.
I wonder if I am a good person.
I'm failing my classes.
I haven't been to church in 6 years.
I don't cry as much as I should.
I miss my mom.
I don't believe in religion.
I wish you were dead.
I wonder if I will go to Hell.
I don't know if God is listening.
I wish my mom were here.
I blamed myself.
I still do.
I like intelligent people
And getting drunk.
I don't think about you when I'm drunk.
I hate you.
I wonder if I am a good person.
Sometimes God is all I have.
I cry too much.
I miss my mom.
I wonder if I will go to Hell.
I write when I'm sad.
My cat loves me.
I want to laugh again.
I believe in God.
I feel alone a lot.
I sleep more than I should.
I wonder if I am a good person.
I have failed 4 classes.
I wonder if I am good enough.
I wonder if I will go to Hell.
I don't think about my mom.
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Letters to Theo if he were the Night and Vincent were my Mind
PoetryI went through an abusive relationship and I feel as though I shouldn't hide nor sugar coat what happened to me and how it still effects me. I feel things like this aren't talked about enough. It's romanticized or censored. This is something I wrote...