I want to scream
And I want to cry
And I want to tell you all the things on my mind.
But you don't care.
You never did.
You might've listened to a few words here or there
But you never paid attention to what I was trying to tell you.
But it doesn't matter.
I don't want to tell you anymore.
I would only cause you more pain and trouble.
And I have to listen to all the uninterested replies.
I'll stop

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The Right Way to Write a Book
PoetryLate night thoughts pieced together to make a book.