the more my head goes back and forth believing anything anyone says besides myself
the more i've been convinced i was the one in the wrong for caring too much
the more i believe what i've been shown
that i am a terrible person for simply having needs
the more it turns to mush
slowly churning and softening the more i lose touch to reality
all that's left now is sloshing liquid slowly pouring from my ears
YOU ARE READING
to all the things i'd like to say but can't
Poetrymiscellaneous poetry diary WARNING: slight mentions of suicide end of april 2022 - ____ 2022 don't ghost read! votes + comments are appreciated :] any constructive criticism you have about my writing is very much appreciated and may be provided...
