WARNING, SWEARING IN THIS ONE.
Dear Υβριστής
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I'm like this.
Sorry that whenever I'm around
you feel the need to bring me down.
You think you're helping when you say,
"Just don't think that stuff and it'll be ok."
You think I want this?
You think I want this shit!
You think I want to think about jumping off a fucking cliff?
Never asked for your opinion.
Never asked for words.
You act like you know what I'm going through,
when you don't know.
How much of this crap
is the result of something you said?
"Lazy"
"Boring"
"Selfish"
"Jerk"
I hear them over and over and over inside of my head.
Don't know why I keep coming back.
They all say, "You've got to leave."
But I stay because I remember when it was simple.
Before you changed.
Don't know if you care.
Or if you ever did.
You've got a weird way of showing it, friend.
Oh well, don't think I can anymore.
I've got a plan.
Preparing for the future and all that shit, you know?
Goodbye,
Σκάρτος
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My Crappy Poems and Storys
Historia CortaI have this book on Quotev and thought "Let's share my weird pomes with MORE PEOPLE!!" So yea these are some poems I wrote a Year ago. I'm not proud of most of them
