I am broken.
Alone.
without anyone to care.
the nasty words they have spoken
expected to be just another clone
always being somebody else's spare
never enough on my own
being different from most
doesn't make me popular
the sight of me causes a frown
I want to run away and get lost
I can't listen to another bipolar
cruel words have been said
none of whom can be taken back
especially nothing of last night
broken apart I can not mend
breaking further love being lack
I'm finished as I welcome suicide
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Songs Of Eternity
PoetryDeath is but a beautiful destination, reached by all in the end
