Since I still don't have my notebook, I'm going to put poems that I was going to put later on in the poem book thingy.
Dad: I only try to help.
Mom: I only try to help.
Sister: I only try to help.
Teacher: I only try to help.
Friend: I only try to help.
Well, I don't need your help. I never wanted help. I never asked for help. I'm going to be mad my whole entire life. And it seems I'm never going to stop being mad. I don't know why you guys waste your time on me. people tell me I need help, I need this, I need that. what's the point of going to a the therapist? Your just going to waste your money. I ain't going to talk to no stranger. Why? So they can talk about me to some other person and say that I'm crazy. I'm not crazy! I don't get mad for no fucking reason. it's my dad's fault, and my moms......no actually it's my fault for not doing anything when my mom was ignoring me, for not saying anything when my dad would hit me. I hate being mad all the time,yes I do. I just can't talk about it. All I need is a pencil and notebook and I'm good. I don't need you help.
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My fucked up poems
PoetryThese are my fucked up poems. Some people say they like them but I don't believe them. Their alright I guess. I'm going to put quotes in here too and my drawings. But I didn't make them up, their from the books I read. This is my first time doing th...
