I am a very depressing person who just went through their first heartbreak #poetry #empower #sad #heartbreak
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What They Wanted
When she realized poetry
Was not about how the flower bloomed, but how it was destroyed
That’s when her writing became something
That;s when people finally noticed her
When she wrote about what she overcame, she was weak.
When she wrote about what scarred her beyond repair
She was applauded
People crave pain
As long as it’s not their own
That’s why she is still alone
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Messy Emotions
“I don’t like emotions they’re so messy.”
“I think you’re mistaking emotions for paint”, chimed the annoying guy no one cared about.
“I know what emotions are and they only bring complications.” I stated turning on my heel, there would be time to argue with Tarluke later.
Emotions are worthless in my world. I prefer to be dead on the inside. Also i get a free pass on being lazy. A man's cart of apples falls and I can keep walking because I choose to lack empathy. The choice was not easily made but I find it works better for me. I can live life carefree, god knows I have a lot to live.
I had some errands to run. Seeing as how keeping my emotions at bay was a full time job, I just never found the time to buy groceries. I only bought the most depressing foods, I want people to look at my food like they look at me, with disdain. Oh there’s a sale on nutella can’t pass that up.
“I swear to god you’ve been gone all day after one fight” Tarluke whined not bothering to pause whatever game he was playing on his X-cube….or box. I can never remember which.
“I had stuff to do.” I stated in the monotone voice Tarluke hated so much.
“I feel like you don’t even like me” he whimpered looking into my eyes. I had been through this act with many people.
“Well sometimes your gut just knows stuff” I answered watching the disbelief in his eyes as I walked to my room.
Only about 3 things mattered in my life. Me, my sugar gliders Rocky and Toffee, and my laptop. People would argue that I just say that, that I really do care about people. Well the person I most talk to is Tarluke, he could die right now and I wouldn’t care. Judging by his screaming he just did die in of his stupid games.
I chose to live a simple life. A young, whatchamacallit? Millennial? Well anywho, I’m living their dream. I trained myself to not care about people and aside from my work in customer service (ironic right), all I do is watch netflix.
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Perhaps if have followers if I typed more
My handwriting is atrocious.
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