I hate this. I hate this feeling of hopelessness that comes around every time you open your mouth. I can't sleep, I can't eat. Because such luxuries are wasted on me. Right?
I can't worship, I can't learn. They shouldn't bother with me right? Such things are for the people that are actually living, cause you kill me.
Everyday.
On the inside.
There is no such thing as love. Cause love wouldn't see me in this position.
Love only exists in fairytales.
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Love Poems 💔
PoetryA collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshl...
