Consecutively proving that You and I will never turn to Us.
Hurting each girl you know.
Your mother cries, knowing she birthed you. She doesn't know if it's all her fault. She still blames herself, so does it really matter if it was you who became the monster or your mother who carved out the path that would eventually lead you to the way you would become.
Twisting knives in backs that you did not stab.
Looking for someone to want you, but you have to drop to your knees and beg them to love you. So why would you expect me to do that for free.
You never learn a lesson.
Only repeating what you know and never learning how to cope. You're too tough, you say, but others say you're just pretending to not feel the trigger on the gun locked in your hand against your head.
You say you won't shoot. You have no bullets, so you can still try just to know what it feels like without the pain of making people clean up the last mess after you. Aim at your heart or maybe just your gut. Nothing will change your dammed fate anyway.
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A guy pretending to be "bad" when, in reality, he's just a puss.
Have a great day :)
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PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
