If I could run
I'd do it
If I could have fun
I'd prove it
If my mind could think less
My heart still won't be emotionless
In the motion of doing more
I will still painfully think of myself
As a bore.
Cause some I cared about cried all at once:
"You are boring and not much!"
I started thinking of myself as too less
Yet being at the same time "too much".
If I could stop and think
About the old me
I will cry myself to sleep way too easily
Because at the end of the day
The one who hurt myself the most
Was me in my emotional decay
Or at my worst.
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Devilish Pastimes: Sam's poetry book
PoetryAdditional volume to the first volume of the "Devilish Pastimes" series, volume one. Have you ever wondered what Sam always writes in her diary beside her daily thoughts concerning her own demons?
