Young with the thoughts of death, I wanna die, I wanna die. Abuse? Why couldn't you be better, I must mask my thoughts with smiles.
I hate you, I hate you, typical me young but not free.
Now I'm older it's not better, The thoughts are a lot. Stop. Stop. I'm young, suicde is bad, but I tried over a thousand times.
Why did I do it, why'd I give in, why'd I choose to cut my skin, memorable scars, they won't go away, I hate myself, and my shape.
Oh the things you can do to another with words. My family is physical he made it better, till she came and now I'm under the weather, why'd you ruin all of our love? That girl that I wish I didn't hate, that had shattered our love. okay maybe I'm delusional maybe it's not true, we never showed signs of love it's true..
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Yayyyy my first chapter, yeah we all arent okay.
YOU ARE READING
Oh, what love can do to you.
PoetryThis is a book. Call it a poem, of this story called my life, Id appreciate your eyes to read.
