I can hardly breathe.
Rumours
Lies
Backstabbing
Bitching
Yelling
Names
Sarcasm
Everyone makes me hate the world and hate myself.
Sometimes I can hardly breathe.
The hands around my neck are yours.
I'm nothing
No one
Useless
A bitch
A liar
Everything I do makes me worse than before.
I want to scream from the rooftops how I can't trust anyone but what will that do?
Nothing but most importantly it won't hurt you.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
