you're the reason i cut
you're the reason i pop pills
you're the reason i smoke cigarettes till it kills
you're why i cry every night
when my bones are feeling shattered
and no one is there to help me
i just lay in my bed
dying for air
its not that I miss you
its not even that I love you anymore
its just I can't picture you moving on so fast
and just the thought of you saying the same things to a new girl
leaves
me
helpless
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Black Eyes And Teenage Suicides
Poetrywhen a boy becomes something more to you than just a boy, things can get messed with your mind. here are my poems of life, mistakes, and a special boy that has helped me to write them all. and maybe a few being lifes way of saying fuck you.
