Fuck Love
Love is a waste of time...
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
What if they loved you just as much as you grew to love them? "You threw me in a fit, For you hated my letters and what they said, It began the unspirals of my bindings But loved you all the more I did. "
My mum and my bro are fighting again :( I hate it when this happens...it makes me sad...so yeah this is just a poem I wrote about....it
This is dedicated to a young girl at my school who recently passed away. Please, read. I posted her story with this as well.