Being me.
it's like slowly dying.
eating only mints and half a granola bar.
it's that way I sit in my room and listen to the same goddamn song for hours.
it's the way my phone never lights up with a message.
it's the way I sit in bed in the morning not wanting to go to school.
it's like this town is suffocating me.
it's being totally messed up.
it's the smudge ink on my wrist.
it's never knowing what I want.
it's being in love with everyone but as soon as they love me back, I'm dysfunctional.
its when people scratch up their minds to give me fake compliments so maybe I can feel better.
it's when terrible words mean more than the lovely ones.
YOU ARE READING
DROWN
PoetryI hate you. I hate me. I like the color Blue, the stars, the moon , and even you. |thoughts & feelings about heartbreaks|
