RandomAce098

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Guys I wrote a poem and its bad and kinda sad but I want to share it 
          	
          	Is for you.
          	
          	You think you own me 
          	But you don't.
          	You think you control me 
          	But you can't.
          	
          	I sit in my house and
          	Never known 
          	How good it felt to laugh
          	So this little rant.
          	
          	Is for you.
          	
          	Everyday day I had
          	To smile 
          	But every night
          	I would feel vile.
          	
          	You broke me up inside
          	I always seemed to cry 
          	I sat alone with blood on me
          	Wishing I would die.
          	
          	You would cause pain 
          	And break my heart
          	I didn't want to be alone with you
          	But if people left you'd call them smart. 
          	
          	A happy girl
          	With demon in her head
          	A tired girl 
          	With monsters under the bed.
          	
          	Monster exists 
          	And that's what you are 
          	You never leave my mind
          	But always leave a scar.
          	
          	But you can't control me
          	And I want to be happy
          	So go fuck off 
          	Cause I'm not feeling chatty.
          	
          	You don't own 
          	And never will
          	I write my own story 
          	And you always seem to kill.
          	
          	And before you ask
          	This isn't about a man
          	It's about depression 
          	I'm really not a fan.
          	
          	I'm not just sad
          	It more then that
          	I want to be happy 
          	But it always falls flat.
          	
          	But depression can leave
          	And never return
          	Cause now it my turn 
          	And let me confirm.
          	
          	You can't beat me
          	And go suck a cock
          	Goodbye depression 
          	I won't answer the door when you knock.

RandomAce098

this message may be offensive 
Guys I wrote a poem and its bad and kinda sad but I want to share it 
          
          Is for you.
          
          You think you own me 
          But you don't.
          You think you control me 
          But you can't.
          
          I sit in my house and
          Never known 
          How good it felt to laugh
          So this little rant.
          
          Is for you.
          
          Everyday day I had
          To smile 
          But every night
          I would feel vile.
          
          You broke me up inside
          I always seemed to cry 
          I sat alone with blood on me
          Wishing I would die.
          
          You would cause pain 
          And break my heart
          I didn't want to be alone with you
          But if people left you'd call them smart. 
          
          A happy girl
          With demon in her head
          A tired girl 
          With monsters under the bed.
          
          Monster exists 
          And that's what you are 
          You never leave my mind
          But always leave a scar.
          
          But you can't control me
          And I want to be happy
          So go fuck off 
          Cause I'm not feeling chatty.
          
          You don't own 
          And never will
          I write my own story 
          And you always seem to kill.
          
          And before you ask
          This isn't about a man
          It's about depression 
          I'm really not a fan.
          
          I'm not just sad
          It more then that
          I want to be happy 
          But it always falls flat.
          
          But depression can leave
          And never return
          Cause now it my turn 
          And let me confirm.
          
          You can't beat me
          And go suck a cock
          Goodbye depression 
          I won't answer the door when you knock.

RandomAce098

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Omfg. Ok I was walking up the stairs and I tripped, I ended up spotting my knee and cause I'm wearing ripped jeans some skin was showing and looked at it and saw and A on my leg?!?! Like the fuck!?!? First thing that came to mine was "shit I've been marked by Anti" but seriously where did the A come from