Be you,
They say
But who is me?
The girl who is invisible,
To every eye she meets
Someone who doesn't matter,
Who can't keep on her feet,
Because every time she stands up,
Life is there to defeat.
She cries out
In pain and agony
Because every one decides
She isn't worthy of being alive.
So be me?
How about I just die,
And leave this shell of me,
Behind.
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My poems
FantasyThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...
