This sick twisted game
It's not a game anymore
It's my head your playing with there
*sighs*
I
Want
You
Alive
I
Love
You
He
Loves
You
We've always loved you
Stop pushing me away
Isn't it obvious yet that I never leave?
Cuss me out
Call me names
Block me
Ill play your games
But ill always be here waiting
Morning after morning
Night after night
I won't just let this go
Even if I have to send you invisible messages
Saying "you cannot interact with this person"
I don't care
Ill still be there
Always
And
Forever
Don't give up on me yet
I don't quit easy
Not where I come from
Not for what I'm fighting for.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoesíaMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
