I know you don't like me
But I'm really doing my best
I'm not fun now this disease has me
I need a lot of rest
Don't lie to me
Just please get it off your chest
Tell me
I know you're sick of me, Celeste,
I know, trust me
To you I'm nothing more than a jest,
Constantly, to me
I am less than a common pest
Quit pretending, just tell me
If it's not too much to bequest,
I know you don't like me.//
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
