"You're fucking up"
"Your friend IS going to be a doctor"
"What are you going to be?"
"You're gonna be dead"
"Guitar is dead"
"Piano is dead"
"School is dead"
"Art is dead"
"Track is dead"
(This is what I constantly hear)
(They say)
"We're going to say bye to the Doctor"
*tears roll down my face*
"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?"
(because I got to attached, because I'm not well now...
If anything I'm worse)
"You're fine right? Right? Exactly"
* i look down at my wrist and die inside*
Yeah i guess I'm perfectly fine....
"You're breathing,
Walking, talking,
Aren't you? Yes!"
"Do you pay for her, or even do anything to deserve her?!"
I shake my head
(They blame me)
"You're the reason she's
So depressed and angry!"
"You don't help the situation
By treating her the way you do"
"Now go apologize for all you've done"
"You're gonna be the reason
Why we won't be here anymore"
"Now go and apologize!"
I go inside and all I see is,
Red, Yet Again.
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How I Feel
غير روائيThis book will mostly be of poems that I write either in class or at home. The poems usually represent something I think about a lot, experiences, or just my life. Most of the poems will NOT rhyme, so if thats what you're looking for, look somewhere...
