You kept me from your intentions
You kept me from your friends
Why though you never mentioned
Was everything all pretend?
You never told me one single truth
To see that I don't need a sleuth
You kept me from what you believe
You kept me from all all your dreams
I'm doubting everything I perceived
Our friendship isn't what it seemed
But would you have told, one little lie,
If you had known, I've only cried?
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
