Slowly losing color,
Slowly starting to regret.Regret the choices,
Regret the texts,
Regret the paths.It's not a game anymore.
It's affecting the real life.
It's affecting my choices.Was this all Fake Love?
Am I just a plaything to you?
Talk to me. Tell me.
I don't care
how many people there are.
I don't care
how much I get hurt.
All I care for is you.
I need you to stay happy.But it was Fake Love.
You'd think that
If you just tell someone to die
They would just ignore you.
They would just say the same.But not everyone is like that.
If you love someone so much,
And they tell you to kill someone,
Do you have the heart to do so?
But you need them to be satisfied, right?You love them after all.
So you decide to kill yourself.They don't reply. Ever again.
They don't need you. Never again.They just played with your feelings.
And then left you.
Because someone gets muddled in and ruins your happiness.It's fake love.
Cause they don't love you.
It's fake love.
You try to tell yourself that you're worth living, but are you?
Are you really?If no one ever tried to stop you,
Only found you already did it.
"Just keep it a secret"
"Don't tell anyone and it'll be fine"But will it? It's fake love.
It hurts. It's not a game.Not when you have access to knives and scissors.
Not when you can just jump out your window any day.Because it hurts. It's fake love.
You start regretting everything,Regretting ever pressing that button,
And meeting new people.It's fake love. It's always fake love.
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Yeah.
Take me away from this hell hole.
🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉 After I finish every watermelon ever.
And don't forget!!I live you guys so MUUUUUUUCH ♥♡
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(●•Sad Poems•●)
PoetryJust some sad poems I feel like writing when I'm sad. Not all of them are sad, but most are. All of this is from past experiences, all the pictures are taken by me👏👏 lmao I'm "So good" at taking pictures.