You cannot tell sad girls they're pretty
Unless you're prepared to hold them
As they sob hysterically at 3am
You're not allowed to tell pretty girls they're perfect
If you've never seen the scars
That litter their body
And represent each battle
Lost in a war against themselves
And I'm begging you, please
Do not tell sad girls
That you're in love with them
Unless you truly and entirely are
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
