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Wouldn't you be happy?
If I wasn't the one you, were blessed
or should, I call it cursed
in your words.Wouldn't you be happy?
If you never get to see me everyday,
don't you always say,
I'm a disgrace for you, ain't I?
And you always, want to get rid of meWouldn't you be happy?
If I was like other's daughter.
Who is a scholar,
a part time model
and her dream, is being a doctorTo sad,
I got nothing of that in me.Wouldn't you be happy?
If I runaway
Somewhere far, somewhere away
You will tell people around that,
You miss me,
but I don't think so;
You 'll do in realWouldn't you be happy
If I took that big step
used a blade against my skin,
let the all blood on bathroom floor
and when you will see me, next day in noon
But now I hope, your happy
as I'm not there anymore to nurture.
-divi xx

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Poetry[✔︎]Liefdesverdriet [n.] the sadness, depression or pain, one feels about a love that is gone. || ➵ My poem collection, it comprise of dejected, melancholy, agony, suicidal, self-effacing elegy which are very idiosyncratic to me, the inspiration of...