I don't know anything about
Me, how my brain works,
Why I suffer like this,
Why I'm such a loser,
Why I hate myself;
But I realized last night
At 2:36, when I was feeling
Sorry for myself, that
How I feel doesn't matter.
What matters is that
I don't know anything about
You, how your brain works,
Why you twitch like that,
Why you're so amazing,
Why you hate yourself.
YOU ARE READING
I Never Said You Could Have It
PoetryA collection of poems from years and years of experiences, good, bad, worse, and downright disgusting. I've been through a lot, and I've seen a lot, and it's hard, but I know others are going through the same thing, and I want them to see that even...
