I want to walk outside barefoot.
I don't care where I go,
or how long it takes me,
but I want to leave this place.
Maybe I'll find somewhere where I'll be loved,
maybe I'll find where I'm supposed to be.
Why is it that I'm always crying,
I hate it,
I hate this,
I hate you!
I hate how you make me feel
and how I cry over something stupid
all because of you!
I can't wait till I'm eighteen,
and can leave you behind
alone with him.
I hate both of youl
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Poems for Everything (Part#1)
RandomThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
