I’m from Texas and I am dog lover.
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. But fear won’t take over me. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. But depression is not my identity.
By Rachel Jackson12 months ago in Poets
You seemed so prefect. I was too naive and predictable. I thought it’d all be worth it. Yet knew it wasn’t sensible. We were alone and foolish.
Took you in like it wasn’t a sin. Thought that I could chase you without them pulling you away. A couple years go by and how I’m feeling about you still crosses my mind.
I hate you for using me. I hate you for the way you smile at her when you think I can’t see. It hurts more because you can’t even smile the same at me.
I close my eyes and try to make myself believe that this is how I want us to be. Forget all our memories. Try to forget you because now you have forgotten me.
Don’t wake me up if I want to sleep my life away. I’ll just be another mistake to add onto the day. I already know that I’ll never be good enough for anyone in this world.
Another drink, another mistake. Another day I slept in. Just like that my week’s gone again. Where did it go? I’m like a lost soul.
I’ve been illusional this week. Spent all my money on nonsense again. I thought I could shake it off. Now I can’t make these feelings stop.
Long away from home. The lights blinded my sight. I’d wait for hope. I had no luck waking up any time soon. My mind’s racing a marathon like the blood in my veins.
The mystery kills me. The desire to get out strives me. My patience thins as time continues to thin. The paranoia never ends.
Don’t blame me. My loneliness has made me mad. If it doesn’t then my sins surely have. I didn’t decide for what was coming, if you could read my mind, you’d understand why I’m dead inside.
Bad dream The moment I thought I was dead. I didn’t know if it was real or all in my head. Maybe I was dreaming instead.