Journal of a sad person

Yesterday

Call this whatever you like

a vent, an exaggeration

you name it 

I hate it when you bring up my "laziness" 

I hate how every week we have an argument

I hate many of the things you say 

I especially hate that you seem to notice every little bad thing about me and can't bring yourself to see beyond it 

I hate the fact that you can't see that 

I'm not okay, it's not a phase I'm also not pretending, I am a victim of my own mind 

So yeah I hate a lot of things you do & don't 

but the one that makes me hate myself the most is that I just can't seem to hate you...

Even when you've said a lot of hurtful things without thinking but that's just how you are, right? 

What is all this shit?

Why do I feel guilty when crying?

Why do I feel so stupid when I see my reflection the mirror as I cry?

Why? please tell me

I'm so tired of feeling this way

I need an answer

it's tiring having to hide my sobs in the night 

I don't know what will make you 

understand that you lost me and I've lost myself

You come with the excuse that it's all me that I am the problem and so many other things but you truly are blind 

you can't seem to see how much I'm hurting

and that's what hurts the most 



#7815 en Otros
#2345 en Relatos cortos

En el texto hay: poetry, struggles, teenlife

Editado: 15.07.2023

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