It was January 10th 2020, at 9am; for some reason I feel like crying.
I don't know why?
But I am tired of feeling like I owe you.
Proving that I am worth something and I'm tired.
For some reason I am seeking forgiveness and I don't think I've done anything wrong.But I'm guilty.
These emotions, my demons all bottled up inside of me causing me to want to hurt people around me and what's scary, is that I enjoy doing it.
I blame myself for everything that have happened and what I've become to society.
I just wanna explode...
I wanna die.
There's no place here for me, at least in this world. I hope my corpse reign for as long as i live.
These tears... why can't it stop?
Why can't it just go away?
I'm tired of crying and not knowing what is wrong. I cry and not able to cry out at least enough and as often as I should. The more I cry, the angrier I seem to become day by day.
The people around me are misled by my happy persona; they think I'm happy and all is well.
I'm not the one who is doing it,playing it all.
Nobody realized that that's not me.
I feel so fucked up to the point where i see the world as an enemy.
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It is a new day, a new life.
I wish someday I'll be set free and truly be happy.
I wanna be left alone.
Nobody deserves my help especially my love.
That's why I'll constantly push the people away who are willing to stay.
12.01.20
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
