I thought this would make things better
Before I had to end it to write a letter
To everyone sorry I couldn't be
What you wish I should beAll those times you blamed me
For the things you know I didn't do
And all those times you came to me
Wanting to talk our problems throughEvery time I did something nice
You would tell me what's wrong
And make me do it twice
All those times I thought I wasn't good enoughI would cry, cut and die inside
Knowing nothing was good enough
Even though I really triedEven though I listened closely
And did what you said
I still wasn't quite good enough
So tomorrow I'll be dead
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In The End, Love Lost [POETRY]
PoetryHow is it possible that I feel like you're already breaking my heart and I haven't even had you yet ?