People find me creepy,
say I come on way too strong.
But what hurts is it's never said to my face,
could my thoughts be right or wrong?
I'm sick of living off your pity,
Just be honest or nothing at all.
If you really don't want to be honest with me,
then I don't want to see you at all.
I'll give up all these goals,
dreams and fantasies,
If someone would please just be honest with me!
How delicate do you take me to be,
that you can't give your
true opinion of me?
I'm sick of living off your pity,
Just be honest or nothing at all.
If you really don't want to be honest with me,
then I don't want to see you at all.
I just wish there was somebody
out there for me, somebody
who sees more than just freaky little me.
I'm told to keep my head up,
to keep my eyes in the bright direction.
Except it's hard to find the bright side
of a shady situation.
How delicate do you take me to be,
that you can't give your
true opinion of me?
I'm sick of living off your pity,
Just be honest or nothing at all.
If you really don't want to be honest with me,
then I don't want to see you at all.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
