My name is Jasmine
I'm twenty something
I'm a scorpio
Which means im a big baby who can be a serious bitch if I'm crossed
I'm scared of spiders
And never being fought for
I want to be a famous writer
Or a famous tragedy
Whichever pays the bills
I've had glimpses of what a childhood is
Innocence was snatched early
So I was "grown" way before the rugrats
I'm happy most days
Sad other times and I'm convinced
life is not what you make it
It is what you can survive
Can I survive this pain?
Can I survive this loss?
I've loss more battles with the truth
And tried to heal with lies
I'm starting to wonder if I am meant to live only to die
My thoughts are in a weird between of being pessimistic to unrealistic, neither seem to save me from the how is this possible outcome
I hate crying but damn
Thats all I do
Thats how my soul speaks
How it cleans itself
My vocabulary is incompetent
It can not translate the broken screams of dread
That my eyes speak in
I'm hoping someone will hear the
Save me
In my "I'm fine"
Hi, I'm Jasmine
I'm a whole lot of thunder
Looking for the lightening
But all I have found is rain
And it pours
YOU ARE READING
Cursed To Live
Thơ caThis is a book of poetry explaining the hardships I've faced with depression, anxiety and youth.
