so i guess i've become a doormat
for everyone to just walk all over
they all laugh bec im just not like them
and no one gives a damn about me
the actual person inside
everyone's a coldhearted bastard
who cares more about themselves
than the people around them
i could be cryin out for help
i could be dyin in the streets
and no one would notice
and no one would care
it's the life of a doormat i suppose
and it is the story of my life
Author notes
yay depression... NOT
Comments
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the poem flows nicely and makes sense i like it!
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Awww...that's sad. I'm sorry you feel that way. I would notice.
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