I wish you knew,
how the poems I write are true.
That the battles about I write
I actually really fight.
I wish you knew,
about the problems I have.
I wish you could help me up,
step by step.
I wish you knew,
how deep down I fell.
How lonely and sad
I rot in hell.
I wish you knew,
the person I am.
I wish you knew,
what I become at 2am.
I wish you knew,
how much I hate myself.
I wish you saw the happy me
when I was twelve.
But I'm actually glad
that you don't.
'Cause I'mafraid if you did
you wouldn't hold on.
You'd distance yourself
away from me.
And my friend,
that's not the place I want you to be....
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
