This should be,
The happiest time of my life.
But sadness is brought,
By your strife.
Time gone by,
I cannot forget.
As I stare at your face,
In utter regret.
Pretending to be,
A saint which you're not.
You are just,
Like all the other lot.
Fakeness is the,
Virtue which you hide behind.
So the true bitch in you,
Nobody can find.
Your wish for my suicide,
Will not be done.
I have someone else to life for,
With which I will be gone.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
