We used to be close, close until you traded me. It was when I needed you most, but you just up and left. Now I'm alone, I'm the last choice, the tag along, the unwanted. It hurts to know that yesterday you made me feel special, and today I'm nobody. I don't understand how you can do so many horrible things and still be accepted as a human being. In the end though, I blame myself. I say to myself at night when I'm all alone, that I should've warned you, warned you to not get to close. You know why? Because it's dark inside.
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Nothing Beautiful Asks for Attention
PoetryI'm not really sure what to say. I guess these r going to poems about random stuff here and there, or whenever I get ideas about writing. I know it's stupid but I guess I would want some feedback, so I know if I should write more. Thanks
