122/Non-binary/Death's Door Truly just writing for myself, whether it's a messy (or not-so-messy) poem or just a "diary" entry. This is where I come to release my deep inner feelings and truly be raw and ugly. Follow if you relate, because that's just a plus. 221 followers / 7.2k words
I died and sunk to the bottom of my soul. Darkness prevailed. There was nothing and it was bold. I felt the tears of my family thousands of miles away. And all I could do was say that I'm okay. Death should of been enough for me to stop, but honestly speaking--- It's really not.
There is good and there is bad. There is happy and also mad. Beauty exists and ugly, too. But nothing compares to all of you. You see, nothing is real and it's all we have. Everything real is made in our heads.
How could you take all of my love just to toss me to the side the moment you're bored. I wish you never said all the things to make me love you. Now I'm left confused and used.