Life can be confusing
Deliberately abusing
I cannot rest I cannot wait
I can't even get over your petty hate
Sometimes I really want to try
Others I truly want to die
Why did things turn out this way?
Couldn't it have been after May?
I guess my fate was eventually inevitable
Even if its not really to favorable
I keep myself up and cry late at night
But, sometimes we all miss the old days right?
Even as I type this now
I am slowly breaking down
I guess its time to go my friends And start seeing my problems in a different lens
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Meh
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Hidden Feelings
PoetryThis is gonna be sad-ish poem type thing, that describes how I felt/feel about some things. Like past boys or death of a family member and such. I might even end up making it into a story, idk. But what I do know is that almost everything in this bo...
