Four months. Four months ago I lost everything good about myself. I let someone get to the best of me, just for my soul to shatter. I was good, better yet, the best friend anyone could ask for. They thought otherwise. I can't even think about four months ago, without wishing I was dead. They made me realize who my real friends were, and they are definelty not one of them. A real friend wouldn't say such negative things, knowing that the other person could kill themselves over it. A day doesn't pass where I don't think about those words. A day doesn't go by where I wish I was already dead. They just made it harder. The only thing I can't grasp my head around is how can people just message you off of social media, and get away with it. I never thought I would be a victim of cyber bullying, but I was wrong. I know there's wrong on my behalf, but I never said any negative things. I just questioned them, and they went ballistic on me.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
