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I often wonder How people would react If they could hear The thoughts that trickle through My mind How often I tell myself It's my fault Everything is my fault You're not pretty enough Not smart enough Not talented enough Not nice enough Not skinny enough But I cannot speak These thoughts So instead I could write a novel Entitle it Nicotine and broken dreams And fill it with all my thoughts It'd be written in blood And stained with tears Pages upon pages Filled with hatred And self loathing It will be considered Tragic and poetic When in reality I'm just pathetic I mean nothing Not a single thing I'm unimportant Worthless Pointless Good for nothing A monster A monster who gives her love To everyone else And saves none For herself A monster who leaves Herself empty And the empty spaces Are filled with negative thoughts That I must write down To release
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
Autopoem
I often wonder How people would react If they could hear The thoughts that trickle through My mind How often I tell myself It's my fault Everything is my fault You're not pretty enough Not smart enough Not talented enough Not nice enough Not skinny enough But I cannot speak These thoughts So instead I could write a novel Entitle it Nicotine and broken dreams And fill it with all my thoughts It'd be written in blood And stained with tears Pages upon pages Filled with hatred And self loathing It will be considered Tragic and poetic When in reality I'm just pathetic I mean nothing Not a single thing I'm unimportant Worthless Pointless Good for nothing A monster A monster who gives her love To everyone else And saves none For herself A monster who leaves Herself empty And the empty spaces Are filled with negative thoughts That I must write down To release
Frozen-belle
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
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