Where's the people at that actually care? Where's the people who will actually fucking listen when you need to talk? The people that won't fucking dull down your stories when you are telling the fucking truth and don't even know how to explain anything because no one fucking knows about any of it and even though it's all in the past it still fucking hurts because the one thing that saved me from killing myself and the one thing I though I would ever have in life at one point just completely gets taken away from me like everything else in life that goes good.
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Poetry for the Lonely
PoetryDifferent poems I've wrote at different hard times in my life. These situations will be relatable to you if you've ever had a heartbreak or lost a best friend or just simply felt like you're losing everyone around you and don't know why.. Including...
