Question: How are you?
Answer:
I'm.. I'm..
Fuck it.
I'm gonna be honest for once.
I'm tired. So fucking tired.
I'm lonely.
I'm scared.
Everything hurts.
I just wanna disappear for awhile.
I'm so scared that when I come back everyone will have forgotten me.
Am I really so unimportant?
I feel insecure.
I'm insecure about whether anyone cares even though I know they do.
Hell.
I was on the verge of begging someone not to leave me a few hours ago because I'm so scared.
Its sad but I cant help it.
I cant stay strong for long.
Its not in my blood.
Sorry.
If you wanna learn something from this then here it is.
Dont ever say goodbye to me.
If your gonna leave me then leave.
But most of all..
Dont say you love me then never talk to me again.
I'm done ranting.
You can call me an emo ass bitch now.
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
