It's a useless feeling,
Unless you get it right.
It's full of depression, heartbreak, and sadness,
And being in it gives you a fright.
No one will ever love me,
In a way that feels grand.
Because there are no good people left,
No one left to hold my hand.
I sit alone in my thoughts,
Thinking of that special boy.
Whom I thought sincerely loved me,
But turns out he was only a decoy.
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Thanks for nothing Julian/Otman!! <3
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A Poems Essence
PoetryA series of random poems written throughout most of my middle/ high school years. Most are depressing but don't worry, I'm a happy person with a happy life! Enjoy!
