I guess I have to
hide my pain
again.
I have to
put on my
happy face.
I don't want to
pretend anymore.
I thought I left you
in the past.
Guess it takes more than
a block button
to get rid of you.
I can't hide it now.
It's too late,
but you can't
ruin my day.
My birthday.
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Yeah... shit happens, and sometimes, literally. Inspired by shit. Thanks for the poetry, at least. Warning: This is not how I feel for real. This is just how I USED to cope.
(Message for a particular someone)
If you do stumble on reading this, know that I forgive you. Not him, you. You are immature and raised by immature (Pardon my honesty) monsters. That's what they are, and you can't see it. I'm not sure if you'll ever realize that. I know you're in pain. I know you're still the same. I've been through the same pain, and I did it with you. The difference is that I saw the monsters for who they trully are and decided to get out. When I say monsters, I'm talking three of them. You know who they are. Now that we're no longer talking and you respect my choice not to, just know I'll always love and care for you, even if you hurt me by supporting the abuse. You're going to get through this. When I say abuse, I mean it. I do not use that world lightly. Get out.
They'll never read this even if they follow me.
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