Will you be satisfied once I
change into a person who I'm not
To keep lying and say this is who I am
When it is actually who I should be
To let myself get hurt
But no matter what I tell you
"I'm fine"
Every single day
When inside I'm just being devoured by the guilt of that
I'm not supposed to be who I am
Because who I am
Is forbidden
Are you happy?
And I always feed off of myself
Maybe I should start to feed off hate
Since I have so much of it
Hate
Well that's another story for another day
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Just A Book
Randomthis is just some stuff I guess which is "random" most of it will be poetic sad some will be happy and some even terrible I'll try to post often (person-who-is-writing-this-story note: I'm writing this for fun and for entertainment) I'll be happy...
