oh there it goes again
Just sitting
Just talking to my friends
Their all staring
What have I done?
"Was it hers?"
It's all they say
Then, my classmate walks to me
"Your coat is in the dumpster."
Can I cry?
Ofcourse not, then I'm weak
I can't be weak
One tear
I musn't be weak
Two tears
Weakness at last
Why do they have to get me?
What did I do?
Just let me go, then I'll be fine
* this poem is based on a real life story, from my life *
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Tales of my lonely self
I'm going to tell you in cryptic language about my feelings and my life. Most of it are poems, others are stories with a situation that I've been through. Don't judge them on how the are written, it's just my dark personality. Have fun reading it
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