Because I'm a fucking mess inside
and you can't help me
Even if you try
And you'll get mad at me for a little mistake
And I'll blame myself years for it
And you won't
ever understand about the demons in my head
And I guess I'll die with the regret of hurting you
Not with the regret of killing myself
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YOU ARE READING
insomnia
Poetry𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 .𝚊𝚖 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾 this book can contain words that can trigger some people. if you even need someone to talk to, i am here!
