Suicide, is that all?
You bring yourself and begin to fall.
You talk to me about and little by little, bit by bit.
I feel you have began to hate me, is that it?
You say you don't, but is it true?
You told me things no one else knew.
But yet again do you hate me?
Their are things I wish I could see.
I ask, do you trust me truly?
Yet again you reply yes, quickly.
But can I believe you?
You would say yes to that, too.
Did you think before you told me?
Maybe of how I felt, you see.
About you suiciding.
I would have been crying.
I do believe you have hate.
Possibly, you need to open your gate.
It might not be meant for me,
But it sure seems to be.
So the real question is, do you hate me?
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Possible Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. These are going to be what I think are poems. Please don't judge this book.
