Not alive, just existing.
Facing society, begging them to accept you,
when you can't even accept yourself.
Wanting to let go, but keeping it bottled up is safer.
And it's just never enough.
I don't even know if y'all still read this shit anymore. i'm more active on my other book "Unsent Letters" go check it out if you haven't already... and drop a comment/vote, don't be silent.
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This Is Love
Poetry{#21 in health} {#272 in poems] "You have the most beautiful soul." "No. That's your soul you're seeing inside of me" -E.L Todd --- A collection of original love poems Read them If that's your thing :)
