Who am I kidding.
Why was I trying.
Who am I kidding. I'm not a writer.
The worst is having a broken heart but no one even realized they broke it.
Then you are mad.
Anger pushes up inside of you and you wanna just throw every thing you own out on the table and say "Take it! You can have all of it. I don't want me anymore."
The pieces of you are scattered.
You can do nothing.
No good.
No bad.
You just sit.
Fade away. Sink lower into the dirt you were made from.
You want to be forgotten. So nobody can remember when you failed.
I'm not a writer. I just talk too much.
"Who am I kidding. I'm not a writer."
ReplyDeleteThis is my life story.
And YOU are a writer. And a beautifully brilliant one at that.
"The worst is having a broken heart but no one even realized they broke it."
"You want to be forgotten. So nobody can remember when you failed."
"I'm not a writer. I just talk too much."
For all the words I didn't know how to say, thank you.
And why were you "wondering about me"?
Damn it this is one of those post were I want to Tell you that you are wrong. But then I would be a hypocrite for thinking the same thing about myself.
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