Can't you see what you've done
You've blocked out my sun
I'm not mad
But I am hurt
The one that's there
Isn't always
The ones that I care
For in hallways
The one that makes me smile
The one who makes me laugh for real
The one who makes me want to cry
Each time they say I want to die
I just can't say goodbye
To them my family or friends
They're my life till mine ends
I cry for myself
And wish myself away
I cry for that one
For their one is another
But that isn't what will smother
I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel
But that light was what made me Me
What is it that is me
Or have I just ceased to be?
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عشوائيpoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
