AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This one is about my first boyfriend. I believe it was written right after we broke up, nd at the beginning of my troubles with finding out my sexuality. I present to you, part five.
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I want to tell him.
I need to tell him.
I'll tell him everything.
If anything goes wrong,
I need him on my side.
He'll comfort me.
He always has.
But then again...
He destroyed me.
On the inside, at least.
Only a little on the outside.
Sure, I wear black.
And I'm "evil."
That's only part of it.
If anyone knew anything,
they'd see the real me.
The suicidal one.
The depressed one.
Not the smart one.
Not the brave one.
And definitely not the happy one.
I will never,
ever,
be that girl.
All because of him.
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A New Beginning
PoesiaIf you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.
