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by mrgxx
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #1790214
This is how and who I am.
I have all these battle scars

That I got from all those lonely hours

I am in such big pain

I’m so fucking insane

It gets hard just to breathe

Nobody listens, so I don’t speak

Everyday, I feel like I’m drowning

Deeper and deeper, I’m dying

In the outside, I put on a smile

I want to give in, even just for a while

But people will judge me

So I can never be free

It sucks to know I’m forever alone

Like nobody’s there, I have no home

I am stuck inside my head

I know I’m better off dead

When I’m dead, I’ll be in peace

I won’t have to deal with all of these

I’m fucked up and I can’t do it anymore

I want to be happy like I was before

I bottle it all up inside

But people think I have nothing to hide

I’m laughing and smiling all the time

Always telling others that I’m fine

But no, I’m not even close to being fine

In my room, I can’t stop crying

Nobody will ever understand this at all

It’s like I’m stuck in between four walls

And I’ll never gonna be happy again

All my thoughts I’m writing out with a pen

I’m broken, damaged and hurt

I know that I am no worth

One day, I will disappear

And I will finally steer clear

And I will go to sleep

And I will be in too deep

And I will never come awake

And my life will be at stake

But then again who gives a fuck

Nobody does and doesn’t that suck?

Because all you want is someone to be there

But nobody will, nobody cares

When this poem ends, people will think I’m psycho

I’m crazy and broken, now they know
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