Don't you just love how they treat you?
Don't you just love how they see you?
Don't you just love how they don't see you?
Don't you just love how invisible you are to them?
Don't you just love how it makes you feel?
Like it's all you're fucking fault, like every single shit, it's all because of you!
How do you think about this now huh?
Don't you love it?
Well a little reminder:
No.
One.
Cares.
Please don't say things like I do care I know I have people who do and you know I care about you too I just...I just I don't know I just had to write that it's...when I open wattpad and a new page I..my fingers start typing whatever comes out is something that goes on in my mind and I don't know what ai'm typing until I'm done, I read it and post it.
Sometimes I really don't know why or what I've written.
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
