I put this pen to paper so effortlessly, but sadly cannot move at all after.
I want to put down how much I'm drowning in my own sadness and not a single soul knows.
I want to put down that I completely forgot how happiness feels so I drive away everyone that comes close to me.
I want to put down how much I want my father to love me and fucking mean it.
I want to put down how watching my mom settle for a lesser life makes my bones ache.
I want to put down how I can't stand the thought of eating at all, how gaining weight scares me and looking at the scale is too much.
I want to put down how uncomfortable I get in loud places where I can hear 10 conversations at once.
I want to put down how tired I am of putting things down.
How tired I am of being here.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
