a.n.a.poet

gothic poetry by a.n.a.poet
2003-02-17 02:20:19 (UTC)

they found out

They all found out
i don't know why
it all just makes me want to cry..
they took my blades
and searched my room
read my stuff
never left alone
she sat me down and talked to me
asked wtf was my problem and why me?
i just sat there and took it all in
like i am used to
and soon it began
the realiztion and the dawning of
the fact that i am fucked up and retarded
my problems are MY problems
not others
i gotta stop hiding my feelings or i will snap
snap into a thousand tear shaped pieces
never to be mended....




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