everyone is begging me to let go.
but im a selfish bitch and i always have been
and you make me happy.
so i suppose to be selfish and to make oneself happy are the equivalent.
thats why its the biggest rebellion in today's society to love yourself.
the whole world tells me that im a terrible person.
i tell me that im a terrible person.
the media glorifies suicide and romanticizes depression and anxiety,
so of course i hate myself.
i was just trying to be beautiful, but it got out of hand.
now im not beautiful, im just miserable.
so now i will be a real rebel,
im gonna love myself now,
even if it makes me selfish.
i will love me, and i will make myself happy.
momma isnt living my life,
i am.
and if im selfish to want to keep you
after a failed attempt of a relationship
when i was super unhealthy,
then label me selfish.
thats okay.
ill love me and get to a place where i am mentally sound and maybe someday when the noise finally stops and i can think without constant screams in the background of my thoughts,
we can try again.
i know none of this really makes sense so ill try to sum it up.
if it makes me selfish to love myself
then im gonna become selfish.
if it makes me selfish to get back together with you someday,
then i hope that i get the chance to be that selfish someday.
i will make my decisions for myself,
because i want to be happy.
thats all.
hope that sorta makes sense.
if it doesnt, whatever.
it makes sense to me.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
