Cry
Cry
Cry
Why is that all I know how to do
What the fuck is wrong with me
Why am I such a crybaby
When did this happen
How did I let my emotions get the upper hand
When did they turn back on
I swear my eyes are like faucets
Once you turn them on they don't stop
And if you do they leak
Why am I such a damn crybaby
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Poems of a Teenage Girl
PoetryPoems from a Teenage girls mind The ones she can't talk about [cover art is not mine!]
