inspired by my panic attack ✨
there are places in our heart that dresses cannot fill. enjoy ❤️
My result is tomorrow and I super scared so here's to my feelings.
There are all times we think we are not enough. But I'm here to tell you that you are enough. This is my poem for the "Wish" contest, enjoy.
Why are you here its a waste of time. To watch me talk, to spit a rhyme
*This one's for a prompt*
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.
Don’t ever think that you aren’t enough for someone because you are, they just can’t see how precious you are and they don’t deserve you because of that 🤘🏻❤️
I never knew that being myself could make someone that I adore hate me so much.
I feel so bad, but I don't know the reason, You're just so pefect.
This is mostly a real story a lot of my own thoughts and feelings went into this.
November 8, 2019. Another day the same as the rest. Tired of feeling the way I do and forced to suffer through it alone.
I haven't written here in a while. I find myself on this site more often when I'm upset than happy - take that as you will. This is not my best work nor is it intended to be. Writing is therapeutic...
there are places in our heart that dresses cannot fill. enjoy ❤️
My result is tomorrow and I super scared so here's to my feelings.
There are all times we think we are not enough. But I'm here to tell you that you are enough. This is my poem for the "Wish" contest, enjoy.
Why are you here its a waste of time. To watch me talk, to spit a rhyme
*This one's for a prompt*
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.
Don’t ever think that you aren’t enough for someone because you are, they just can’t see how precious you are and they don’t deserve you because of that 🤘🏻❤️
I never knew that being myself could make someone that I adore hate me so much.
I feel so bad, but I don't know the reason, You're just so pefect.
This is mostly a real story a lot of my own thoughts and feelings went into this.
November 8, 2019. Another day the same as the rest. Tired of feeling the way I do and forced to suffer through it alone.
I haven't written here in a while. I find myself on this site more often when I'm upset than happy - take that as you will. This is not my best work nor is it intended to be. Writing is therapeutic...