Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Sometimes it's good to cry,
Let all emotions out,
I'm scared to open up,
I'd rather die,
My inside is cold,
It's frozen with a broken heart,
I miss people that don't miss me,
People don't miss me,
I feel like a failure to all,
My suffering does not end,
I cover up with fake smiles,
But sometimes they fade,
My suffering is beautiful,
I don't seek therapy,
I'm emotionally unstable,
I don't love life like I used to,
I don't love me like I used to,
They don't love me like they used to,
They never loved me like they supposed to,
Now I don't know if there's anything else,
I'm simply crying for help.
- Author: APB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 25th, 2022 18:23
- Category: Sad
- Views: 6
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