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April 27th 2021 : 1:17 pm



I wanna say something
but nobody will listen
only around for the good parts
but in the bad I'm alone
yet there is no such thing
as a rose without thorns


my mind is filled with empty thoughts
that never seem to escape
I'm waiting for the day
they can finally find their way
out of my head and rot




the tears tried to come out again
I sucked them back in quick
the same thoughts kept echoing
don't be sensitive
don't be sensitive
your friends are gonna be annoyed
nobody likes a crybaby
nobody likes a crybaby
don't cry
don't cry.



the tears I spilt
made their mark on my face
their trails printed on my cheeks
as hard as I rubbed
they stayed in place
like a semi permanent tattoo
that never seems to fade

sincerely, my notes appWhere stories live. Discover now