my friends are wondering
why feelings lingering
like there was something
but i prefer not saying anything
prefer on avoiding
than pretending
i was born better
not a big pretender
i cry whatever i want
i sob until i can't
i have problems with me
until it will eat me
he was wrong
but i wished it was me
nevermind,
i'll do it myself
i was misunderstood
thinking and stood
still, in my mind
trapped in labyrinth
i was misunderstood
squirting my blood
i took out the splinter
so i would not be under
i was misunderstood
to things i did
and things i didn't
so cried all of it
it was addiction
close to obsession
straining possession
awkward confessions
i was misunderstood
on how i acted,
how i cried
and how i talked
i was misunderstood
because i have annoyed them
i was misunderstood
it is because i am me
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sleepless nights
PuisiEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
