Call me broken.
Call the words I wield meaningless,
Call the fragments of myself undeserving
Call me ruined.
Call me useless
Call the things I do futile
Call the hearts that love me stupid
Call me unworthy.
Call me by the names you have been called
Call me by the names of your insecurities
Call me anything you want if it makes you hurt less
Then you can call me selfless.
YOU ARE READING
Hiding behind the sky
PoetryA collection of my own poetry about everything under the sun.
