#readytogiveup

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  • amyers 17w

    Again.

    Theres no easy way to say this, but I am a broken person.
    At the drop of a pen, I fall apart again and again.
    In an instant i contemplate the worthiness of my self towards life.
    Its almost like my life is following a written prophecy,
    That entails pain, sorrow, heartbreak, and misery in a never ending loop.
    I am dearly sorry for those who love me and feel differently.
    I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of searching for a reason to exist.
    A reason to be happy.
    I cannot exhaust myself maintaining relationships, it's never been for me. The death of my mother will change me.
    The loss of myself will leave me broken and weak on a cold floor. "It would be better for everyone involved if i never existed at all." I tell myself on a sad afternoon.
    Its hurts so much because I truly believe it.
    Such talent wasted on such a disappointment.
    The talent of art, writing, creativity.
    A soul discriminately corrupted by the pain in this world.
    I fall apart again and again. At the drop of a pen.
    Not that I'm dramatic. But because everything truly hurts me that badly.
    ©amyers