He has a brand new girlfriend,
Beautiful and skinny, too.
I texted him, trying to be a friend,
And he had his friend tell me to go.
I can't handle this shit anymore,
I'm fighting in a losing battle.
I'm not even winning the war,
My horse has no saddle.
I sit here dead inside,
Wishing for a way out,
Wishing I could die,
Wishing for saving shout.
But the only one that could save me,
Is busy trying to kill me.
The only one that matters is his, see,
I wish I could pull that trigger...
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Mistaken
PoésieA book of poems about the LGBT, depression, selfharm, suicide, freedom, and society.
