This isn't really a poem
more like a little rant
because I mean why not?

Why not tell complete strangers..
how ****** up I am

I lay awake at night
I swear they're all going to find me
and torture me and use my body just once more

I lay awake and think about the way that I love
and the way he does
and sometimes I cry
because his love looks fake...
and mine is everything that is left of me

I am more exhausted than I care to admit
People don't worry anymore
I've gotten so good at hiding this..
this hinderance

I am more sad than I care to admit
mainly because I swear everyone is using me
and I'm tired of that too

I'm tired of love
I'm tired of happiness
I'm tired of being stuck
I'm tired of feelings

We all want to be enough,
for the people around us,
for the ones we rarely see,

We want to feel accepted,
by the ones we love,
by the people we see,

We never stop to question,
that maybe we should be,
enough to ourselves,

We should be proud of ourselves,
unafraid to say that we know we got it,
tearing each other down should be something we hate,
yet we all do it anyway

Why not choose to love ourselves first,
then love someone else?
We're all looking like blinded fools,
and the Devil treats us like tools.