I made a poem based on my mood.
Friends are there friends are here.
But why do my friends avoid being near?
Is it my looks?
Is it something I said?
No
They simply want eachother dead.
They put on an act to spare my dread.
But try as I might they tear me away.
I cry to myself in bed
They only pretend
By feeling torture and gloom.
Do they not realize what's taking the pain?
Not what but who.
My blood stains the drain
The tears flood my eyes.
No more happy endings or lullabies.
Pain pain go away.
No, please stay.
You're the only thing keeping me sane.
Happy as I may seem
Look under the ruse
You may see a gleam
A true pain from you...
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Notebook Of Crazy
HumorA log book of all my randomly perfect thoughts. Please do understand that these are my thoughts, ideas, and opinions if you don't like it then go read something else. NEW UPDATE This is also gonna have small diary like material! So stay tuned for ju...
