I hate the way he still makes me blush like the first time he asked me to ft.
I dont understand how I still have the time difference in my phone.
I dont know why I cant even vent to anyone anymore and that the only people I vent to are random people.
I hate how the thought of him makes me wanna slit my wrists.
And that his smile makes me wanna rip my hair out.
And I dislike that this verse makes me sound like I wanna kill myself. I dont.
Im lost and I haven't been since last year.
I dont know where to go.
I dont know what to think.
And I dont know how to make it through.
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Raw
PoetryEach chapter is filled with different words and feelings 'Raw' is a poetry book that has/will have vents and other poetry forms. Starting in 2023 I started to write a lot of poetry, whenever I got sad I felt like writing was too much effort or wor...
