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Jun 2016
All these sleepless nights,
All these tears,
All the thoughts of you,
Have me here holding onto my knees.
I'm spending my time,
With a bottle to my lips,
With a blade to my skin,
With regret on my mine.
They tell me that you're no good.
They tell me that you're not good enough.
They tell me that I should leave you alone.
But has anyone asked me what I want to say?
How I feel?
About you,
About this all.
No.
So I just wait for a time where I am good enough.
Or for it all to end.
Meghan Lindsay
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