F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

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please allow me to say
just this one thing
i have found many places where i do not belong
but this one is always the worst
please pay attention to me
i'm sorry for begging, even though i haven't said a single word
it's just that i don't think
(operative word: think)
i'll ever belong anywhere
don't pray for me, because i could care less about you and, obviously, you feel the same
sorry sorry sorry
wishes are only wishes, because the truth is, no one gets what they want
and i must be riding for some kind of fall, although i can't tell what it is
but i feel it in my bones crumbled to dust bones, and i know it's true

-F.T.WillZ