I hate New Years
Call me non-festive
But this time always brought tears
Because I no longer live
Six days from now
Six years ago
I stopped and asked how
Because you two had to go
I hate this month
I hate it with a burning passion
Everything about this month
Sends me into a depression
A week from today
Six days in an hour
You'll notice I'll have nothing to say
And that I'll be more sour
New Years makes me feel lonely
Because I'm missing two people
That where my one and only
But now I have no people
I tried to smile all day
But honestly I'm heartbroken
Because I know there's no way
To speak what's unspoken
I miss you guys
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Going into 2019 heartbroken, here we go. This goes to my grandparents....
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Poems of an Outcast
PoesíaA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
