a poem i wrote three fuckin years ago seems like ten though

**** stands for a name but i wont say who **** canyou hear me breathing in needing for you i have to let go or ill explode for you in me i do i dont want to die all i want just to exhale for the last time the pain so sweet in my chest the closing of my last breath then death in all its soothing darkness and the weight will be lifted and i am gifted but never enough to keep you and fuck im crazy my moms a bitch she just yelled at me and then when she does that my stomach hurts and i feel burned but she doesnt think about the consequence of her words and how they make my world turn and then the tears and im so fat but no one else thinks so... 125 pounds actually 127 but i only tell that to doree whos my best friend but i dont think she gets me but i get her and i love her and ill never give her up even if she doesnt get me... ever
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