i hate myself.
i hate my feelings.
i hate how naive i am.
i hate how i let people play with my emotions.
i hate myself to the point that i want to cry.
i want to cry but my pride won't let me.
i want to cry but my eyes won't let me.
i want to feel the pain but my body won't let me.
i'm tired.
i'm tired of everything.
i don't know where the fvck i am now.
i'm so lost.
- where am i
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
