So little given
So much taken from you now in my hand.
I guess that's my selfish insticnt showing through.
I'm such a stupid person to let it loose so much.
No one shows such hatred as me,
As always.
My skin hurts from the scratches you made,
And my head hurts from too much philosophy told.
try to set me straight again
And you know your'e parents don't want to dig your grave.
Burn and broken bits falsh in my eyes,
The own image of my smile going to pieces
Isn't that dis-pleasing you see.
I know you like it too.
Author notes
This is an emo one more then my others. I was boerd.
Comments
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Cool ending! The poem is good, but some spelling errors are distracting, like 'insticnt,' 'your'e,' and 'falsh.'
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