Without you,
How would I know how spoiled I am,
How stupid I am,
How ugly,
How immature?
You helped me see my flaws.
Thank you.
How would you feel now,
If I died today?
How would you feel as you kick me,
Push me,
Punch me,
When I die tomorrow?
Thank you.
You provided me the pain I needed,
To go through with it.
Thank you,
Thank you,
Thank you.
I couldn't have done it without you.
Thank you.
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It's Nothing [BEING EDITED]
PoetryDelving into the darkest parts of my mind, It's Nothing has 100 poems not suited for the faint of heart. Mature subjects are played with, suggested, and explicitly stated.