So lonely my mind makes friends.
They hate me but we make amends.
They tell me my flaws.
And they stay with me, I guess it's a good cause.
I just need some one here with me.
There the only people I need and they agree.
They give me the gun.
It's sick that's there virson of fun.
But there just trying to help. In the worst ways.
There just a stress phase
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
