i really don't understand why i am this way. why every day is a struggle, why i have to dredge up every single ******* positive thought from the parts of my heart that continue to beat and bleed.
i really don't understand why i can do this. why i can sling excuses and *******, why i can talk away every single ******* positive thing that could happen to me when all i want is something to smile at.
i really don't understand what keeps me here. what keeps me holding on to you, what makes me think of every single ******* positive thing you did for me when there was so much negative.
i really, really don't understand why everything i write is so angry, so sad, so ******* angsty, even when i've had a wonderful day and i could swear to you, i could swear it doesn't hurt anymore.
nothing hurts anymore, and nothing makes me angry. walk away from everything i felt for you and everything i did for you and all the tears i ******* cried for you, and it won't hurt me, not this time.
i've literally been trying to make something of this poem for months. nothing's come of it. so i threw some more onto it and that's it, i'm leaving it. i can't write for **** anymore.