How Songs Make Me Feel Like // Poems

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Rain is pouring outside, just like my face.

I keep seeing people very happy,

No word can explain the taste.

I feel about to vomit, not from disgust.

Now the window is wet and dirty.

I can't see anything anymore.

Do you believe in ghosts? 'Cause I do,

I can feel them cursing me.

I'm late everywhere, I can't be clean,

I feel them being beside me.

One more tear, now my notebook is wet,

It's getting dirty too, I won't clean.

I kept blaming people and things,

Maybe now it's time to question myself.

I'm not getting anywhere with questions,

I may blame that ghost for my murder.

So you need to forget about me,

Forget me to not get erased,

Read my thoughts but never apply,

Don't worry, soon the rain will start erasing me.