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a letter


you are not worth it

the nights you spend alone

reflect on the quality of person you are

the reasons people love you

are shrouded and unimportant

the reasons you hate yourself

the things that obscure your mind

the thoughts of “if they really cared, they’d call”

you are not worth it

 

 

*read this poem from the top to the bottom, and then the bottom to the top, if you please.

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