i'll never make it, will i?
i can barely make it through a day
i'd rather just watch it wash away
i don't want them to stay
so that no one can see me fray
i want to be invisible
oh, who am i kidding?
i am invisible
i will never be fitting
society is corrupt
everything i do is wrong
and it makes me want to erupt
into tiny miniscule pieces
and become invisible
even to myself.

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Crying on My Own
ПоэзияPoems that I've written over my journey through self-hate Some might be triggering, so be warned.