By Priscilla 5-7-16
I feel down,
I feel pushed around.
I feel sad and depressed,
And extremely obsessed.
I feel dumb,
My heart is numb.
I'm full of hurt and it hurts,
The tears make it worse.
I feel really done
Like all of you gone.
Like my heart is just none,
Not going back to the fun.
I feel so tired,
Of sad pages I've fired.
I feel so lovesick,
And that you make my heart begin to tick.
I feel afraid,
That the thing I truly made,
The thing I love and hate,
My soul that it just ate.
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