"I am tired of feeling so worthless.I can feel the dark cloud over me.
I may move, but it will not leave.
It stays there as a reminder, of what I am,
and what I'll always be.
Forever nothing.
So curse the person that thought it was okay.
To come here and lie straight her face.
Singing songs of lies, telling broken people it'll be okay.
But really we are just dying slowly.
So keep your words of encouragement, leave us be.
For she has made a friend of a cloud that is me.
I'll stay here as a reminder of what she is and what she'll always be.
Forever nothing"
~Luce
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I'm Being Happy
PoetryThe screams will be slient, but blood bleeds loud. Blow your brains out.