Sometimes I like to miss you because my heart flies and becomes poetry to reach you.
e.v.e.
All I want is to finally matter to someone, is that just to much too ask for?
It honestly hurts so bad.
today,
i punched a wall with my fist
multiple times
i screamed into a pillow
and i threw it across the room
i let tears run down my cheeks
i fell into an old unhealthy habit
but i got up
by myself
i picked myself up
i told myself i deserved better
i went out and i did what i wanted
and today my loves
was day one of living my life
my life
and i don’t need anyone to be proud of me
because i am so fucking proud of myself







