I feel so much pain, I hate it, it feels endless. I continue to lie to my mum, to everyone that I'm fine but I'm really not.
I'm broken, shattered and I'm afraid that it's to late, to late enough that I can't even put the pieces back.I'm sitting here writing this at eleven at night, and I'm hoping someone out there, understands. It's eating me up, I'm losing control of who I am. I'm lashing out on the people I love, I miss people I never even fully had.
I'm weak and tired, of fighting and trying, if people want to leave I'm finally gonna be ok with it. I'm aching to much to try and fight for them.
Just know your not alone, or maybe I'm alone. Maybe I'm an outsider.
Honestly not sure what I am at the moment.
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Meaningless nothings
PoesieHere are my thoughts, my feelings. Not sure if it's poetry but who knows....