I'm tired of giving,
When I get so little in return.
I'm tired of taking,
Because it feels so absurd.
I'm tired of feeling this way,
It turns my life into a living hell.
Why doesn't anyone see,
That this wasn't meant to be?
3, 2, 1
As I slide it across my vein,
Wishing that nothing more remained.
You come to me in your time of need,
But where are you in return?
When I need you,
When I am crying,
Trying,
Begging for you?
You are nowhere..
And nowhere is where you will remain.
Even though it sounds inhumane,
I am always the one to blame.
You don't have to forgive me for what I have done,
It isn't illegal to shun.

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Life As Me </3
PoesiaI create poems out of emotions and my poems express how i feel; they arent lies. I love writing.