You tell me that I'm messed up.
You see it in me.
You're messed up too.
I see it in you.
Well, we're all messed up.
Just in different ways.
P/N:
Hello world! This is crappy. I don't even know why I'm posting this. I wrote this on Friday while on a long drive. I have so much written in my journals but they're very personal. Hopefully, I'll upload them when I'm strong enough to share.
Goodbye, my readers. I love each and every one of you. Y'all inspire me and motivate me so much. I'm thankful for each and everyone of you ♥
Xoxo, Jia
YOU ARE READING
STAINED
PoetryHighest rankings: #5 in stained #14 in stressed #15 in overthinking I spill my heart on the pages Tears dropping and soaking 'em The ink is my blood The pages are my wounds It hurts bad....So bad ___________________ The unspoken wor...
