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Click hereI thought I knew what I wanted
What I needed
But it’s becoming clear
That I don’t have a fucking clue
I’m latching on to the wrong men
Projecting energy I don’t intend
Energy that men pick up on
That says it’s ok for them
To use me and leave
I am so tired
Of the darkness
Of feeling so alone
Of seeking aimlessly
For something
But not knowing what
I thought I wanted pain
To hurt on the outside
As I do on the inside
But the bruises
Men leave me with
Just make me feel worse
And they never stay
The bruises
Or the men
I’m exhausted constantly
Unmotivated
I feel as though
I’ve become hollow
A mere shell of who I was
Fragile
Easily broken
The hole I’ve been digging
Gets deeper every day
I tell everyone I’m fine
I smile, fake it
But I just don’t care anymore
I wrote something very similar not too long ago. And then rewrote it in rhyme to make it less heavy. And still was not brave enough to share it. I understand the feelings you write. And I admire your bravery in sharing them. 💜