He sees you in the hall,
Tying you're best to look small,
Your headphones in and head down,
Staring at no one, just the ground,
You don't want him to see you,
He doesn't even look blue,
You remember he doesn't care,
His words on you they ware,
He doesn't care you hurt,
He wants you to feel like dirt,
He doesn't love you at all,
And that is your final fall.
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My Poems and Such...
RandomThese are just little things that I've written through the years, some are sad and some are motivational. I don't care if they're grammatically incorrect or not (The person i'm referring to know's who they are). But, they are one hundred percent mi...
