Lies.
They compel me.
No.
They ARE me.
I am a waste of space.
A big fucking mistake.
Pop the pills,
Drown my sorrow,
Heck, they don't care.
And I am just a joke.
A mask I wear.
To school,
In public,
To bed.
I have forgotten who I am,
I rather would prefer to be dead.
YOU ARE READING
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LosowePlease don't take these. My poetry is all I have. warning: VERY SAD, DON'T READ IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET
