I wasn't good enough for you
But I guess that would make it two
I really despise myself more than anything else and that's the honest truth
I would love to make happy poems about how great it is to be alive
But we all know that shit is a big lie
We just keep on repeating the same dreadful circle of so called life
YOU ARE READING
The diary of my mind .
Poetry"When life makes you cry and everything you seem to do seems to never work in life. Aout mental health and general struggles about growing up. Please note I wrote this when was around 15 ish
