I didn't know why I liked her
and not that kind sir,
but something about her just seemed to lure
trust me when I tell you there's no cure
and yes i'm pretty sure.
pretty eyes
mouth full of lies
we used to sit and watch the skies
we both thought we could fly
I wish I could say that I was high
but shes really dead
I guess she was pretty fed
but she said,
she wouldn't leave
but she just let me be
I guess I didn't see
and she didn't see
the monster inside of me
shawn
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Poems for depression
PoésieI have a background history of self harm, when I was going through this I kept a notebook and filled it up with pages and pages of how I was feeling, I still write in it because depression wont end in a matter of days. I want to share this for peop...
