Every day is the same,
when will it end?
Every time I say I love you,
I tell myself it's just a lie.
After all,
how could I love someone that has only caused me pain?
How could I love someone that could never love me back?
It's too bad,
I really do love you.
When will you wake up,
and realize what you've done?
You've created a mental disaster.
Someone who can no longer trust.
Someone who is alone in this world.
Someone who has to lie to live freely.
Everyday is the same,
when will it end?
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
