There's something eating me from the inside out
But I don't know what it is
So how do I vent? How do I help it pass?
This isn't just another crappy poem, I'm legitimately asking for suggestions. You know, just in case anyone wants to help me and my "problems."
I don't have a right to complain and vent... there's so many other people in the world who have the right to cry. I'm not one of them...
Yet, here I am, curled up in bed, crying, because I'm so f****** pathetic I can't even suck it up and accept how not terrible my life is
Wtf is wrong with me...
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