I break down and cry. Does sorry mean anything anymore. No one believes me. It's impossible to make everyone happy so why do I even try. Is it that I can't be happy if they are not. Why am I so dependent. I can't live without them but the war is breaking me down. I keep asking myself if my apologies even matter anymore. They are mad at me right? But no they weren't I made them mad. Where does it end. I can't do it. I keep thinking little do you know. I keep singing to mend my broken parts. Dancing to strengthen my broken heart. Writing how I feel hoping for a new start. Drawing my pain though it's barely real art. Every time I think I have gotten up I just fall over again. Where does it end.
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
