I love you
More than I love myself

It *****.

i filled myself with
sorrow
but i still felt
empty

I am damaged.
I am broken.

Something I wonder if I am ever wanted.

Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried

I wish I could write
more about being happy.
Because I am.
I'm not sad/depressed
all the time.
It's just hard for me
to write anything that
isn't completely cliche.
But there's a lot that I've been
happy about lately.
My boyfriend,
moving out/more freedom,
the money I make and what
I do with it,
music music MUSIC!
the weather,
the major I picked for College.

I just don't want you to
think I'm just one big sad sack.
Although I am most
of the time.. :)