Every day
I hold in secrets
Every day
I feel worthless
Every day
I feel ugly
Every day
I feel unwanted
Every day
I feel these
Sometimes ten fold
Every day
I seem to fuck up
Every day
I'm fucked with
You may feel the same
Every day or not
I don't know
I never will
I'm holding too many secrets in
Words unsaid
I can't keep it in
Its about to explode
Pouring past my lips
You can probably relate
If I tell you
You cant tell anyone
Not your mom
Significant other
Or cat
Here's my secret;
I want to die
I bet you do too.
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My Collection of Short Stories and Poetry
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories and poems I write and have written before.