I am different from most
I am like a Wednesday in a week
I'm not at the beginning or the end
And everyone is glad that I am done and gone
I belong to nothing
I have no place to call home
No name is written on my books.
Just a lousy feeling of
wanting this day to be over.
People don't remember Wednesdays
People start to get tired and give up by then
The lack of sleep shows
The begs under the eyes are starting to get heavy by then
I don't want to be forgotten
Or replaced
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
