I've been wondering.
Why do other people think about me?
Why do other people want to talk to me?
I'm nothing but a mistake.
Something that needs to be forgotten in my mind.
I don't do any good.
I guess I made an impact on a few.
Made some smiles happen.
Made some tears happen too.
But why if I hurt you,
Why do you want anything to do with me?
I'm a pest in your mind.
You need to get me out.
Call someone,
Take something to make yourself forget.
No,
Don't think I don't want you to think about me.
I just want to know what posses you too.
Is it how I spoke?
How I typed?
Or mearly how I made you feel like you weren't the only one with a bad past.
We all have shitty days,
Things that change your whole life forever.
But stop,
Stop the thought of me crossing your mind.
I'm no good.
No good for someone so kind to think about.
Consider me leaving the world of you a blessing.
All I do is hurt.
Myself.
Others.
And
You.
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New Struggles
PoesíaJust some entries, some poems, some just plain feelings and rants about things that are going on in my life. I hope you can relate to my struggles, understand that you're never alone. *Will be updating everyday! I might miss a day though, I'm not pe...
