No one gets it. I've cried myself to sleep every night since I was four. I'm messed up. Sex is my coping mechanism so I can forget the pain that haunts me day and night.
No one gets it. I have to be strong for him, for you, for them. I'm not allowed to be broken
No one gets it. I apologize for my feelings too. I play it off and be okay. They don't know how insecure I am.
No one gets it. I'm not okay. I'm selfish and I feed off of other people's emotions. I need attention and I need to be wanted.
I'll be fine , but no one gets it.
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Shattered Poems
PoetryPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
