Lovesick and loveless
Empty hearts and empty stomachs
Quiet nights and weekend dates
With mannequins and seedless grapes
And skin too tight, too loose, too close
Skin on skin on skin on bones
Within these walls I cry alone
There's no one real inside this home
I love it when people tell me about me because I have no idea who I am
Realizing now I am covered in red flags. Like I knew I was bad but yeesh this is kindaaaaa this is kinda a problem huh
I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.
I just want to feel like a person again
I want to be more than my disorders but I also want people to be aware of them and understand them and I find that people think I'm trying to push my problems onto them and force them to be sympathetic but like...
I don't need you to feel sorry for me I just want you to understand me. I just want to be respected...
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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