Sometimes I need help
Sometimes I need someone to trust
Sometimes I let out a yelp
Sometimes I feel like rust
People make me feel sometimesy
Like sometimes I might
Sometimes I am rhymesy
Sometimes I love the night
Just some of many times
Do I feel done with life
And give away all my dimes
Just to buy more knifes
Sometimes I might be fine
But I know I will never be
I hate when someone calls me mine
I am not an object I am just me
Sometimes I like saying bye
Even if I stumble and fall
But liking goodbyes is a lie
I hope sometimes you will call.....
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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...
