I still remember last year's new year eve..
They were happy.
I was broken...
They were having fun.
I was crying...
They were all together.
I was alone surrounded by deadly thoughts...
They shared love.
I shared hate...
She came to me and told me to stop being the way I am, that I am bothering everyone, that I'm making their live hard, that everything is my fault.
And I..
I believed her...
I believe her...
And I..
I wished for everything to stop..
But it didn't..
No.
It got worse...
This year will be the same...
:)
YOU ARE READING
«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
