i've learned not to trust myself
not to fall in love
not to ask for help
all i ever do
is ******** things up
then i'm all alone
i think i'll go on home
promises of everything
only lead to suffering
and it all leads back to me
because i'm always blind to see
that everything i want
is already here
but you don't even care
you know i'm well aware
many times i've told before
of the one that i adore
with nothing else to show
but my broken hopes
this is the room where i've given up on you
given up on myself
given up on my health
and now i'm taking the only cure
the only thing that leaves me pure
where i can hide my own mistakes
so give up on your chase
i'm no longer who i was
and it's all because
there's so much that one may take
until it burns and starts to ache
then what am i going to do
when i'm missing out on you
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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