I don't want to live my life believing all of your lies.
You may think it makes me feel better but hurts like knives.
Thank you for saying that I'm smart. I find that very kind.
But once I really think about it, I find that I have no thoughts in my mind.
To be honest I don't believe when you say I'm very kind.
I look through all my meanness and it's kinda hard to find.
I enjoy, no I hate, wait enjoy again when you call me pretty.
In my heart, eyes, and mind, they're all asking "Really?!"
I enjoy, I really do enjoy, all of your nice lies.
But my brain twists those lies into what I despise.
I want to be happy. To be joyful with all of you.
But my bad brain is saying, "Oh this will not do."
When I'm already sad and you say something nice I cannot breathe.
I believe if I stayed quiet and unseen, all the pain would just leave.
But my brain would not have that, it believes in the bad
I am giving up on the happiness, and I'll drown in the sad.
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I Swear No One Loves Me
PoetryI just want to express myself in kinda depressing poems. I want to believe that people love me but the way I fuck things up, it's nearly impossible. This book or whatever it is is to cope with my problems and my minor suicidal mind set. Some of thes...
