I can't possibly put my current emotions into a poetic form,
my words are nothing important,
what I feel is nothing important,
what I think isn't important,
everything I do is not worthy of anyone caring about.
when I'm depressed and broke
I'm not recognized.
when someone else is
it's made known.
most things I don't understand.
life is misunderstood.
what can I do.
nothing.
all is left is to die.
~
March 27, 2015
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
writing dreams
Thơ Ca*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx