I keep thinking that there's
something wrong with me,
because my dad doesn't miss me,
and my mum doesn't talk to me,
and my friends don't speak to me,
and you don't love me,
so I guess there must be
something wrong with me,
because what are the odds
everyone else is a douche bag?10-06-17
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Broken Butterflies and other poems [NOT for people who get easily triggered!!]
PoetryBroken Butterflies Go to bed and close your eyes, and dream of broken butterflies that tore their wings against a thorn. You know the pain that they have endured. Silver metal shine so bright; scarlet blood that feels so right. Dream of that blood t...