Often I am upset
That I cannot fall in love
But I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now
But I swear
When i'm ready I will fly us out of here
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
