//my insult you, it was not my intention for that to happen though//
Why do I want to cry, but can't because if I do I know I won't be able to stop?
Why is it that I can feel better by getting drunk, high, or putting out for someone I do not know, then wake up feeling worse?
Why does my smile make me hate myself?
Why does every little thing aggravate me?
Why do I keep asking these questions? I already know the answers.
1. Because you're emotional.
2. Because you're a whore.
3. Because you're ugly.
4. Because you're a bitch.
5. Because you are desperate for them to change.
//sorry//
YOU ARE READING
Why Not
PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
