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P Oct 13
I get mad that easily
That I think I may be sick
My head is pulsing quickly
And I can hear my heart so clear

My legs are getting squizzly
I'm gonna start to scream
I can feel the rage
That's built up under my skin

My eyes are getting wet
My nails digged into my palms
I'm trying to hold back
So I won't regret those words

I'm keep trying to be calm
But my mouth is filled with swarm
A swarm of all the words
That I was keeping in my heart

I tried to be the wise one
Never told you I had issues
But when you said those lies out loud
My fists were close to being loose

I would pull your ******* heart out
And wait for it to stop
Then put it just right back up
And hope that you get lost
P Oct 11
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My mind is filled with questions,
I can't answer them all...
If everything's a lesson,
why can't I move on?

I wonder if they know...
how cruel they were to me?
If I had one wish,
I think that would be it...

And I'm still thinking,
of all the things they ever said...
I still can feel the pain,
deep inside my chest...

And after all this time,
I'm sure of what to say.
But they won't come back,
because I wouldn't let them stay...

I think I'm too ****** up,
for anyone to ever love me...
If I could turn back time,
I would never let them hold me...
P Oct 10
What if I'm not the person
that I always claimed to be?
What if I'm not as strong
as I'm pretening to be?
I think that I'm doing something,
that will totally destroy me...
But what should I do?
I can't really make myself avoid me...

And when I look into the mirror
I don't know who she is...
Who will she become?
Did she ever exist?
P Oct 8
To be loved is to be seen
At least that's what they say
And I'm seen
Just not in the way
That I've always wanted to be

They see me for my body
My youth
And revealing clothes
They don't know a thing about me
And that's why they easily get bored

And I'm sick of hearing
That my body is appealing
I need you to tell me
That you need me
And that you crave real feelings

You can't call it casual
When you kiss my forehead
And my scars
You keep on telling me I'm special
And that you want me by your side

But now I'm lost
At the sea that's made from my own tears
Suddenly I can't swim
And I'm drowning in your words

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