July 26, 2016
All I do is push them away
When in reality
I NEED them to stay.
They don't see the underlying pain,
And what they perceive
Is the "girl" that's gone insane.
Secluded and cut off from the rest, (S)he cries at night thinking,
"Maybe death is what's best?"
If only they could see me now,
Life would be easier,
And I could maybe make them proud.
But even though these wishes are good,
I'll never get through to them;
I'll never be what I should.
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My Poetry
PoetrySimply my own original poems. If you like them, comment! But basically making this so I can keep track of my poems better without saving them to my photos just in case my phone dies or something:)) Content ranges from love, depression, fanboy/girlin...
