Im just so sorry
For what?
For existing
I'm sure you're wrong
In what?
In insisting
That I am pretty
That I am kind
Don't say those lies
Speak what's in your mind
Whisper how I'm worthless
Scream how I'm sad
Say how I should be sorry
Blab how I'm bad
Tell me this truth
The truth that I dread
Just like the demons
That play in my head
And then when I'm gone
You'll have no reason to miss me
When I whisper in death
Just simply dismiss me
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
