They said I'm unworthy of love
And that I can't receive love
I'm incapable of being loved
And maybe they're right
I'm angry all the time
Too emotional at times
I'm tired, restless, confused
Hurt and lost
I want to know what's happening to me but i can't afford to know
I only have me, i understand
But sometimes myself isn't enough
If only the love i can receive is from myself,
What would I be left with if
I started to hate me?
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Poetryastrochandria's "Unknown" i lost my account so i will continue my works here "lahat ng isinusulat ko ay base sa aking malawak na kaisipan"
