self-loathing (Remove filter)
50 cents
Every time you ask me a question I nod my head,
I’d rather be lying than dead.
“Do you believe in god, are your priorities straight?”
Stop treating me like I’m eight.
Every time you say “I love you” Is it really true?
Or am I dreaming of normal parents,
A better version of you.
The yelling is constant and won’t stop.
All the daggers you stabbed me with are sharp.
...Tuesday 23rd January 2024 5:05 am
Recent Comments
Red Brick Keshner on for the Unbroken
1 hour ago
Trevor Alexander on Favorite Poet
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Just Smile!
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Just Smile!
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Start Monday
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Tyrants Fall
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The 'Perfect Son'
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on BLUE PLAQUE FOR YOUR MP
10 hours ago
Stephen Atkinson on The Poem Of Life
12 hours ago