I am surrounded my things that symbolize the way people love me
Flowers, books, clothes, gifts
But I still feel unloved
You may be able to buy happiness but can you buy love?
I look to words for clarity
Sometimes too much
The words of a man mean more to me than the words of myself
The words of strangers me more to me than the words of family
You may be able to speak happiness but who can speak love?
I discard those who say they love me for things that make me hate myself
Drugs, alcohol, sex, anger
No wonder I feel unloved
You may be able to feel happiness but how can you feel love?
Love doesn’t come for people like me.
I break people who weren’t before broken
I hurt people who haven’t been hurt
I damage people who I thought could not get damaged
My “love” is but a black hole of darkness and nothingness.
Will it every change?
What will I become?
About the Creator
TT M
I write to express myself in my darkest times.
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