
i swallow so many pills
that most would think that i am terminally ill
my state of mind is not great when i am sober
i go searching for an explanation to gain some closure
driving myself crazy looking for an answer
overthinking really is my cancer
why was i not good enough for him to stick around?
i have lost my old self. she is nowhere to be found
why does heartbreak have to hurt this much?
i try to seek a cure but there is no such
digging myself a deeper hole
lost all of my self control
to confront my problems is tough
i really thought i was strong enough
given up with boys. i could write endless novels
given up with girls. now i kiss bottles
and honestly, a feeling i cannot take
a hangover hurts a loss less than a heartbreak
About the Creator
Kiesha’s Diary
𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 ❀
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