"narcassist" poems
where does it start and where does it end,haven't had a real friend for years haven't got any sympathy for anyone but me
they call me a narcassist they call me ugly they can call me whatever they want I'm not answering
he calls me to tell me to **** myself and she messages me acting like she knows me and that's just the way the world is soon it won't mean a thing were just 1 moment in a million,these people have no idea
their thoughts are not their own,sucks doesn't it?
don't know what it's like for them
why bother to pretend?
they've been like that since the beginning but I don't know how long it's been
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
where does it start and where does it end,haven't had a real friend for years haven't got any sympathy for anyone but me
they call me a narcassist they call me ugly they can call me whatever they want I'm not answering
he calls me to tell me to **** myself and she messages me acting like she knows me and that's just the way the world is soon it won't mean a thing were just 1 moment in a million,these people have no idea
their thoughts are not their own,sucks doesn't it?
don't know what it's like for them
why bother to pretend?
they've been like that since the beginning but I don't know how long it's been
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC