so i think im going to make this into a collection of poems.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Why must people be so mean?
Am I really all those names they say?
Of course i am they wouldnt lie, would they?
I am sorry for being born.
I am sorry that I am a slut, bitch, emo, fag, whore.
You always ask why i dont just go die.
maybe i should.
maybe i will.
Goodbye
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
