I could never get the concept of why I felt the way I did. I could be happy one minute and down the next. Sometimes it was triggered by something or someone. Sometimes I just woke up feeling like it. I wanted to stay in bed and not show my face but then again I did get good at hiding it. I would be at school or out somewhere and see everyone happy with friends. Were I would sit there listening to music and feeling down and unwanted. I have people to hang with but never did because they say you're a nerd and such. Yeah I'm smart buy you don't need to title it. I come home and hear my little sister call me dumb, stupid and so much more. Oh yeah like the little dog like person I am following around people doing as they ask of me like a slave. No one would care; no one could tell that I'm hurting from their doing. I have these thought of cutting, burning and so much more but couldn't bring myself to do it. The only way to get thought it is let myself suffer from the inside out.
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Poems and More
PoesíaThere is poems from people I like. There's poems I wrote. I write monologues, short screen plays. I'm going to post them for you guys check out, but please don't copy right unless you ask me first. :)
