Staying alive is tough,
all this pain,
all this suffering,
the unbelievable teasing,
by friends who don't accept you,
by friends who claim they care.
My heart is slowly breaking,
cracking and shaking,
caused by people who call me
their friends.
Those people who hate,
those people who care,
those people are painfully
hurting,
hurting my emotions,
hurting my heart,
hurting
ME.
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Authors note:
I wrote this one a while back, I was in a dark place then but now I'm finally better and comfortable enough to share this. Now, have a wonderful day.
YOU ARE READING
Wind In The Rain
PoetryThe is a book of some poems that I wrote. Most are emotional. WARNING: Some of the are dark, this is your only warning
