I truly believe
That I'm better off dead
I want to be executed
Off with my head
That's it
I have it planned
The day of my death
At her command
I love her too much
I can't bear to lose her
She's the meaning of perfect
Oh got I'm such a loser
But look at me
I'm tall and ugly
Fat and awkward
Plain out fugly
And yes I do get it
Oh it's just middle school
But what you can't comprehend
Thinking that way she's a tool
So no forget that
She's a goddamn queen
Far beyond perfection
My every want and dream
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Poems I've Written In 2017
PoesíaIn depressed, and have been writing poems for months now, I don't make them or anything. I was asked to put them on here by a friend bc my handwriting is hard to read.
