it's not that you don't care
it's that you constantly pretend
as though I'm blind to it
that's what hurts most

Depression will stay inside of you, it will be a part of who you are, and it will be an extension of your soul.*
*So you have to learn to live with it.

i am just a fool
guilty of loving blindly
with all of my heart

It doesn't turn me on
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You keep me on my feet now, ba-by
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Make my lonely days are known
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Gone'on boy
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You know
I really like Centering my poems
The ways it focuses
For me at least
What I don't like
Is how got dam flirtatious you are
You look beautiful
Turns around and says the same to another chick
Your the only friend I have
I thought we were friends - he says to another girl
We arrraeee! -  *she retorts
You don't make me feel like a centered poem.
And I learned how to say Em Which Anh Rat Nhiue for you, ugghh.

You know
Every time you put me down
I find a reason to prove you wrong
You see
When I look at myself with pride
You call me ugly, I used to believed you
Yet now
Your words fall upon deaf ears
Its not what your called, but what you answer to
Yet now
I begin
To think
Could you be saying these things to build me up. Taking me off the rugged, unstable, tower I was trying to build
Or are you truly and simply just mean...
Could you be saying I'm ugly to help me find my own self worth? Not relying on societies false hopes
Or are you as Narcissistic as you seem...
Could you, I sadly say, simply be telling me the truth that I refuse to hear
Or are you lying to me to keep me where you want me
You know
*I really don't