You would rather let my pain grow,
Then use two words to end it.
It's over.
You would rather lie to my face,
the say it to my face.
It's over.
You would rather have me find out,
by listening to rumors.
It's over
You would rather say your innocent,
then in love with someone else.
It's over.
You would rather lie,
then love me till I die.
We're over.
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The struggle
PoésieThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
