All I want to do it fix sad and broken people. It's what I do. I try and try to fix them. I haven't succeeded yet. Because to fix a sad person you must be truly happy and not also broken and sad. And I am not truly happy with myself. When I try to fix a broken person I end up taking a little bit of their pain with me because sad rubs off on other people. So I can never be happy with myself if I try to fix everyone else. My closet friends are sad, my boyfriend, he's the most depressed person I've ever seen. I just want to fix them all and make their pain go away but I can't do that because nobody can fix me.
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Poems
PoetryJust a book of poems nothing special. I'm a girl (obviously) so this book will be from a girl's (me mostly) POV. This is what comes to my mind at two AM. Or are my life struggles. So yeah, read it I guess. =^.^= Rose
