I know he's mad.
At me most likely.
He won't tell me what's wrong.
He won't tell me anything.
I'm scared.
I'm scared for him.
I'm crying.
Everytime I look at him,
I feel guilt.
I feel as if this is all my fault.
I don't know.
I don't know how to help.
I have that feeling.
That feeling,
Of hate.
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Tears Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my fourth poetry book! :) Sad, depressing, and angry type poems. Also some random poems that don't really fit into my love poems. Please do not leave rude and unnecessary comments. I accept praise and suggestions but not mean comments. If yo...