Harsh Reality

A Poem by yellownestle

Break up, Cheating, Depression, Pain, suffering. surviving. living, a letter that will never be sent.

sometimes I think i may be having one of those lifetimes.. not "one of those days" lol.

I regret not knowing you. I regret writing this too. what to do?

I don't blame you for what you did, leaving me was probably the best thing you've ever done. I am still traumatized.

My health has taken a turn for the worst. But I have enough knowledge to get to the top of this mountain if i just focus on the small steps I know I am capable of taking.

I am extremely lonely, I can't believe how easy you make life look... I have 2 friends in my life.

"I'm 25, starting to feel like 105, not really sure if i want to be alive."

At the end of the day I guess I'm just really curious to know if your okay with never seeing/talking to each other again?

At the end of the day I realize somethings people just don't heal from.

but its nice to know that we don't have to beat ourselves up trying to heal from something that never will.

I take comfort in knowing this.

I don't want to send you this. But I don't want you to have the satisfaction of never knowing how much life giving energy has been sucked from my heart and soul over us. that's how sick I am.. at least I realize it.

Life is too short to be like this.. yet this is life. I guess that's what makes it feel so excruciatingly long for me.

It's hard to imagine trusting anyone anymore.

i hate myself for writing you, because resisting the temptation has been one of the things I'm most proud of considering how impulsive i can be.

take care of yourself. you are by far the most beautiful woman I've had the privilege of knowing.

I read this s**t and its the most pathetic s**t I've ever read in my life, then I remember that i wrote it.. and it really makes me want to f*****g laugh..

there are 15 people inside of me.. no one really knows me.