I'm so done with being alone, I'm so done with feeling unwanted, I'm so done with life.
Everyday was lie I would always cry stop telling me its alright, when I know its not.
Everyone is to busy, ever since I left I lost my friends.
I guess its just the end cause it hurts, its gotten worse wrists lined with scars with a broken heart tears that burn down my cheek as the last words I speak, "It's a cruel world we beloved."
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of thoughts, that I cannot mute. Some would have these at night, while I have them all day.
