i ache and i
cringe with an overflowing surge of
frustration and self-hate and mortifying pain
it is as if i am the only one
who can see how fucking crucially ugly it is
to be me
i do not want any
of the beautifuletherealbreathtaking feelings
called happiness, love, hope, joy
because i am inadequate
and incapable
and too selfish and too insecure and too uncontrollable
to handle the normality
of being loved
or feeling love
i did once and
i ended up
trying to disappear
because i hold a black heart and
dry skin to the core of my chest
and scream only
emptiness
i am deserving of nobody
and you are deserving
of the world
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