fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
i can't go begging back
i can't prove you right
i can't tell you im sorry
because then i would look stupid
and foolish
as you turn me down for asking
and make me look like a horrible person
i just want to be happier again
fuck you fuck you fuck you
i just wish i had more happiness to spread
to be my own little system of joy
passing it around my cells in a circle
all to get just a small hit of the good stuff
i don't want you, i just miss the shit you provided
sometimes thats something id be willing to admit
but i can't with you
you'll hurt me more over small things
i hate it
fuck you
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
