Irratation.
Aggravation.
Lonelyness.
Worry.
What the fxxx is wrong with me?
Envy.
Greed.
False.
Confused.
Why am I so blind to see?
Forgetful.
Incompetent.
Irrelevant.
Insufficiant.
I'm sick of it.
Sick.
Dizzy.
Lethargic.
Tired.
I try, I come close. I try harder, I fail.
Irregular.
Incomplete.
Insecure.
....I don't even know.
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I feel like sxxx, I'm so fxxxxxx tired... I don't feel like sleeping, and I don't want to eat anything, een though I'm hungry. I feel alone, and I feel sick. I feel like I'm praised to often for crap. I'm held dear to quite a few people, but like a child, I hardly do anything to make them feel special. People tell me I'm special. I used to be smart. I hit middle school, and now I suck. Even when I tried to start over in freshmen year in high school..I failed harder. I'm being blamed for sxxx, and people are looking down on me just as much as they look up at me. I feel like a spoiled brat, and I get so angry when I have to do other things. I feel immature, and inpatient. But others tell me i'm more mature than I need to be. People look to me for guidance. I sound Uppity. Hah. It's true though. And I don't know why..I mean, I'm no good anyway. I feel so fxxxxx up.... I feel incomplete when he's not talking to me...Or around.. I feel like I'm jelous, even though I can't find an answer as to why. I'm undeserving of all the nice friends and things have. I feel so alone.. And I feel undeserving of him.... Why he finds me so important bewilders me.. But I'm so lucky that he does. Really, I think the thought of him..And knowing he loves me.. Thats what keeps me from falling apart. Every time I think of him...I feel a little better...Every time I talk to him.... I feel complete.... But If he was here, and I could be with him...That would sole everything...
...
Maybe I just need a break....
...I'll be fine in a little bit....
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Poetry is the life for me, for lifes i have no other. I write about darkness, broken hearts, and hate,'cause Shadows is my name; title; my cover.
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