Someday i'll be someone,
Who doesn't care about,
The words of irrelevant people,
Who don't matter in my life,
It might hurt now,
But i'll feel better later,
They cut me deep,
With their sharp insults,
I fear i might not survive,
I think to myself,
"This is over."
But lo and behold,
I get up and fight back,
With praises and compliments,
The battle is done,
So who has won?
And who has lost?
No one has won,
For there was nothing to win,
No one has lost,
For there was nothing to lose.
YOU ARE READING
avocadu
Poetrysometimes it hurts to be alive honestly i should delete myself. i hate you but i love you . i dont know what else i can do, to make this right. sometimes i cant breathe. welp, anxiety and all.
