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___________________Warning: Strong subject matter.
___________________I am:
Tired of feeling like a back-up plan,
Tired of counting all of these grains of sand,
Tired of being tossed like a stone . . .
I am so tired of feeling alone /
I know:
There are so many razors inside of this house /
I am fighting so hard not to break them out
I have:
Questions, doubts, anxieties /
Things, things, things, that I just don't need
I really don't want to make myself bleed!
I am trying so hard to hold myself together
I try not to let them see me cry
They will only ask me how, and why?
I feel:
like a waste of space
like a second choice
like an absolute disgrace
like I don't belong /
I fear:
that I will never belong
that I will never be enough /
Somebody, please, tell me that I'm wrong!
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Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]