Sad Poems From A Sad Girl

Sad Poems From A Sad Girl

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Those thoughts in my head The words that I never said The nights spent thinking no one cared The days I dreamt of happiness I never had I struggled to find my voice I gave up the chance to make a choice It seemed I was stuck in Nightmare City So much so I forgot my own identity And I know betrayal hurts, you don't wanna feel that pain But maybe all you need is someone to call your name But everyone comes and no one stays Tears blur your vision like haze And maybe your helping hand isn't there So you're stuck in this nightmare I haven't yet found my name-sayer And the days always seem to get greyer But they're out there, those name-sayers And maybe one day you'll find your saviour --- This is for all the people out there who feel alone. You're not.
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