all the words in my head are swirling around so fast that i can't grab them and comprehend them before another thought comes flying in.
it seems as if everything i try to do to catch them is pointless.
i can't figure out what i want to do and i spend my days stuck in my head thinking.
thinking that maybe i'm just not good enough?
thinking that maybe i'm not deserving of the things that i want.
it's an odd sort of feeling.
they say that we accept the love that we think we deserve.
if i don't accept any love at all, does that mean that i don't deserve love at all?
or does it mean that nobody could possibly love me?
or does it just mean that i have yet to find someone that i think is worth my time?
the swirling thoughts in my head seem to attack me and break me down more and more each day.
i can't figure out what all of this means.
maybe i just don't deserve anything at all?
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
