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
