I hate myself for what I did to you and myself
I don't like who I am.
There is nothing good about me anymore
I'm sick of wasting time,
I'm tired of living
Every day is a struggle,
I fight the same demons every day.
When I wake up, I'm always tired.
I don't know what happened to me
Or what went wrong
Everything I have ever cared about is gone
Ruined, broken, dead.
I have never felt more alone.
I have nothing, I have no one.
YOU ARE READING
Fragility at its finest
PoetryFor me pain is a stage in my life that takes forever to get over so to make the process faster I chose to write. I put all my pain on a piece of paper in hopes of feeling a little more content with writing how I feel. Pain is a very abstract concept...
