Ill Fated Poetic Garbage

Just a trashy person trying to explain trashy feelings.

[poems-and-word]

[knbpoetry]

Just because I’m broken Doesn’t mean I need you to fix me. Leave your pity left unspoken, Your words will never change a thing. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. The storm will continue to rage in me. Quit this game it’s simply hit and miss, I’ll never be what you want me to be.

-K.N.B. (via learningtoliveagain7896)

[knbpoetry]

I don’t know how to tell you this. My entire body is shaking thinking about it. This isn’t something I can keep in. Will you still want me When I tear down my walls And let you see All the wreckage?

-K.N.B. (via learningtoliveagain7896)

[poeticbutaesthetic]

Let the scars decorate my body once again.

[poeticbutaesthetic]

I truly wish I had a love for life, but teasing death just feels so much better.

[poeticbutaesthetic]

People walk out of my life so often that I’m pretty sure the door they leave through is already hanging off the hinges.

[poeticbutaesthetic]

Days like these are when I regret meeting you the most. You posed as a blessing just to hit me like the worst fucking curse. The memories flood back as I remember the disgusting feeling of your hands on me. Sometimes I can still feel them, creeping up to places they shouldn’t have. If this burning feeling in my chest is hate, I hope not to hate you, because hating you feels worse for me than it does for you. I hope that right now, wherever you are, you know that you ruined a part of me. You took it, and I’ll never get it back.