October 5th, 2017

A little poem I wrote last year in the midst of my most intense anger. I was a very livid human last year and I am thankful this blog is an outlet. I have held a lot of these writings in for a long time so, being able to release them has been an excellent way to practice self-care.


In a cosmic state

That I feel no one can relate

My life is just one big fake

I feel like a mistake

Regret and anger

Have taken the opposite of a hanger

They are out in the open

Embodied and unbroken

I regret being alive

I’m full of anger and drive

A drive to not be alive

A regret to trying to survive

When will life get better

When will shit stop flowing like butter

When will I feel like myself

When will this shit kill itself


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