theres something
everyone is keeping from me
i can see
people whispering
when they laugh
i know its at me
when they point
i feel heat in my cheeks
am i imagining things
theres blood on my dress
little tears spilling
washing away my regrets
when i smile
its straight at them
when i aim
its to their head
maybe it never was
about me
maybe everything
was all a dream
but its too late
to say sorry
all their heads, blown off
everything is blurry
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Random Poetry
Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao
