More bad poetry from me...yay... :/
Change
Its funny how quickly things change
It seems like yesterday that I swore
I'd be in the 22% that kept to their faith
It seems like yesterday that I promised
I'd never stop eating, because what's the point?
It just makes you gain weight anyway.
It seems like yesterday that I told myself
I would always be the confident one
It seems like yesterday that I laughed
At any thought of me self-harming
In any way, shape, or form.
Ironic, eh? That the things we swear
To ourselves that we will never do
Have a way of creeping up on us
Haunting us, latching onto us like a shadow
And we are unable to let go.
I always thought I would be the strong one
The one who never strayed from the straight path
But as it turns out, I am just as human
As everyone else. I fell, and I'm still falling
How long until I reach the bottom?
How far until I blink into endless night?
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The Writers' Block Files
Non-FictionRambles bc I'd rather write random drabbles than anything actually productive. What is love? Is it joy, so bright and brilliant one thinks it can never end? Is it the sunrise blazing across the city in the morning, the cheerful birdsong that wakes...
