I'm here, sat in my closet again, but this time for a different reason. I thought I could be happy but sadly I was wrong. Friends are leaving, even he's leaving. I can no longer play the victim, cause everyone seems to be making me the villain. Big bad Mandy never does anything right.
Big bad Mandy is worthless.
Big bad Mandy doesn't deserve the beautiful family she has, all the beautiful friends she still has.
Big bad Mandy's a fucking bitch.
Yes she is.
So sat in this closet, writing with shaking hands I ask myself, " how the fuck did I get here." And I just kind of sit there, and cry and play the villain to make everyone else happy.
Cause big bad Mandy doesn't deserve happiness, she doesn't deserve anything.
YOU ARE READING
Weakness
PoetryPoems that I wrote. Sorry IK there not very good :://TRIGGER WARNING::// Please don't read if u trigger easily. I love all of you and don't want any of you to hurt yourself~Mandy [FINISHED]
