MusingPoetry

I would give ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ to spare ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

I still 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 that someday 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 end up ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

I passed my limit a Ɩσηg тιмє αgσ

If it weren’t for the 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖         that it would get 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣                     I’d surely be 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕

ιм ɴoтнιɴɢ мore тнαɴ αɴ                                     ｏｂｊｅｃｔ мy pαreɴтѕ мαde

𝕀'𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 But that doesn’t mean much Because ǀ ωαηт тσ ɗιє

They  ғʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ  my  life with their preѕeɴce so bittersweet and left me                      ｓｔａｉｎｅｄ

My insecurities eat me alive.

I hate myself, but I wish someone would love me.

I always нαтed how much I loved you.

she’d call you a loser but she’d say you were  ｈｅｒ  loser you lived for that

If only I wasn’t ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ

My fear of loѕιɴɢ is the reason I loѕт

My chest qυαĸeѕ with your memory, but even if I could travel back in time I woυldɴ'т cнαɴɢe α тнιɴɢ