LOVE?
Naaw. It's nothing to want to be a part of.
HATE?
Yeah! That's the good stuff. Not worrying about impressions or stuff.
HAPPINESS?
No! It'll fade away eventually, so why even try?
SADNESS?
Yep. Let your body consume it, feel it, taste it. Everyone breathes it, so feast on it.
FRIENDS?
Never. They'll die sometime anyways. They'll betray you sometime. They'll leave sometime.
LONELY?
Yeah! Once you grow old and no one is alive anymore, you'll still have the feeling. Might as well get used to it.
MAKEUP?
No. No amount of liquid or cream can make you beautiful. You'll always be ugly.
BLADES?
Yes. Let your pain and misery out. If anyone finds out, they won't care. I'll give you this one opportunity to feel. If you use it enough, you might find your happy place. Or, you might find hell.
By me, Lainebug001
Word count: 143
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
