I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE

I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE 

I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE

I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE

I HATE EVERYTHING I WRITE

Please tell me what you think of my latest poem. I’d love any kind of feedback :)

Goodnight, Mister Death

Sunday Morning

(Source: letters-andinksplatters.tumblr.com )

I want to kill myself, but I wrote a shitty poem instead

do you ever fall in love with someone you see in a coffee shop and you just kind of admire them from afar for a while and then when they leave you feel kinda heartbroken even though you don’t even know their name 

(Source: letters-andinksplatters)

Danger Days