I'm sorry
I know I'm the piece of shit here
I know that I make you feel like shit but I'm trying my fucking best
I'm not using you
I'm distant because all I feel is depressed at this point
I don't feel wanted
You're so much better than me
You're prettier in every way
You're sweeter than I ever will be
You two are better than me
I love you
But I don't love myself anymore
YOU ARE READING
From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
