This isn't a poem. This is just me pouring my soul out cause I can't bottle everything thing in and if I do, I may just kill myself. Ever since my boyfriend's death, s**t has been happening that I would expect, but not quiet prepared for. I am not even ready to move on. I feel like I have been rushing onto recovery. My friends find this an opprotunity to get into my pants since I am single, but doesn't mean I am immediately available. People treat me rudely at work because instead of taking leave or vacation, I come right back to work. Reason is because I wouldn't have to worry about it, feeling like it's any other day then move on.
This "moving on" s**t isn't working. I am stressing anywhere about everything. The joy and happiness I received in daily life, fun events, and hobbies; it's completely GONE! I feel miserable every day. I am killing myself slowly. Sigh, blairbear can't stand me this way. He looks back to our high school years, said I was pretty sad then. Even my poems are deeply depressing...I guess I am just that. emo
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Deleting My Trash Onto Gaia
I like to write poetry, but I fear I am no good at this. These are past and recent poems of how I feel/felt about certain events or people. Most are random thoughts.
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