I'm sorry if I ever lied to you,
Or otherwise hurt you.
I wish I didn't make you feel blue,
I swear I try to change but this ain't nothing new.Like a stupid coping mechanism,
I do it when I can't see the prism.
I guess it's my kind of cry for help,
Nothing seems to help, not even self-help.I guess I'm toxic,
This isn't easy to explain with logic.
I try so hard to change it,
But I still do it.Because sometimes I'm just a scared sad girl,
Who gets caught up in the world's whirl.
I'm good at pretending,
Altough my heart is what I should be mending.I can go days numbing all of my emotions,
Putting all my plans to motion.
But then I drown,
Sometimes you don't even try to help you just frown.I'm not blaming you,
It's not easy and you might not even know what to do.
I just feel alone and I should get support,
Because I feel like whatever I do I still sell short.But I promised like a phoenix I'll rise,
Even if I don't always act so wise.
My memories hurt,
And sometimes I do feel like I'm worth nothing more than dirt.Just like what my ex used to say: "Know that only the weak give up."
My only goal is rise until I can sip from the best cup.
Even if I die trying,
I can't sit there crying.
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Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PuisiNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.