They wonder why I'm afraid
Why I won't open my mouth
And let out every reason I'm not okay
It's easier to fake a smile
Than feel their hate
Cause that shit radiates
Because at the end of the day
When you hit them up,dial the phone
They let it go to voicemail
And you're left alone
Why should I trust
When all that matters in society
Is fucking and lust
Why should I trust
When it's never enough
To make them stay
Or when needed make them go away
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Youthful Wreck
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote in highschool struggling through the pain of life. Trigger warnings about SH,SA and suicidal thoughts and eating disorders.
