I've come to the realization that someday I really will be gone forever.
I used to crave the feeling of being loved unconditionally.
To be taken care of instead of being the one always taking care of everyone around me.
— but at times I just feel like an empty, hallowed out shell of a person I wish I was and a life that seems so far out of grasp and unattainable.
I can't wait for this part of my life to be over with.
I don't want to die but I don't want to be broken anymore.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
