Hey!
I know you.
Your that person with so many friends.
Everyone seemed to love you.
You seemed to have the perfect life.
But, I knew you didn't.
I don't know if it was the look in your eye, or the fake smile on your face.
But I knew you weren't happy.
It was just a distraction for you, wasn't it?
A way to escape it all.
Yeah, I think I know you.
At points, you feel like a lone tree in the dessert; when really, there are many other trees around you.
You blow on wish flowers, to try to find hope.
You look at yourself as a blood-thirsty hawk, while others see you as a harmless dove.
Yeah, I think I know you.
Your just scared.
Scared of being hurt again.
Scared of hurting others because of your actions again.
Scared of being alone again.
Yeah, I think I know you.
You wish for many things, but don't want to be seen as needy.
You wish to love and be loved.
You wish to be trusted.
You wish to be respected.
Yeah, I think I know you.
In your stress, sadness, and anxiety, you try to keep it all in.
Not wanting to make others worried.
Because you think they have better things to worry about.
Yeah, I know you for sure.
Do you know me?
Beacause, from the looks of it, I'm just like you.
This should make up for my last crappy update.
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Sad Stories and Pretty Scars
PoetryFor a while, I was depressed (and still kinda am). To help me with my sadness, I wrote and read poems and found and made up inspiring quotes. I know that a lot of people out there are dealing with problems like mine, so I want to help by letting you...
