Why have you killed me
Why have you confused me
Why have you annoyed me in every possible way
Why have you made me think things
I didn't want to think
You have made my thoughts kill me
They're a dangerous thing, my thoughts
So why
Why would you do such a thing
Why
Why would you change my opinion about you
Why do make me think that you feel something similar
Why would you do this to me
Why would you have the nerve to talk to me
And jokingly call me your best friends
Why would you do that
How dare you make me feel feelings
I see you so often
You're rarely not there
I can't figure out my feelings with you around
Why should I have to do such a thing
When I should have none
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surviving me
Poetrythe pains the struggles the overall hurt and my, at the time, undying tunnel of darkness starting from fifth grade onward welcome to my past author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can...
