i never really understood all those scenes
in movies
where the girl cut all her hair off
until now.
all i want is to chop all my hair off,
to never get out of bed
to wallow in my sadness.
it's friday and it's 9:46 am
and all i want is to never leave my bed
because im so tired, a lifetime of sleep couldn't fix me.
i think im broken,
somewhere, i dont think
normal people feel this way.
i don't think normal people want to cut off all their hair,
i dont think normal people want to cry all the time
i dont think normal people never want to get out of bed
i think im irreparable.
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
