You sit writing your final goodbye, apologizing for all you did
Pity is all you feel, sorry for yourself not thinking of others
No one loves you? What about that boy at school to scared to talk to you, the girl who wishes she looked like you
Yet still pills in hand you say 'Farewell' and count to three, then set your spirit free
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This is NOT I REPEAT NOT MINE! This is from another talented writer. She had her own story and her own ways to escape reality. And her name is Jessica. Please if you feel this way like this person in the poem, write your own poem. It helps
-Stay_Strong
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A Book Of Poetry
PoetryOk Guys So I Have Been Beginning To Understand How Depressed, Hurt, or Sorrowful People Feel. So I Decided To Write Poetry For Them. To Express How They Feel When People Aren't Looking At Them. So A lot Of This Poetry Is Going To Be Sad And DEEP. An...
