I JUST FEEL SO FUCKING ALONE MY BEST FRIEND ISNT MY BESTFRIEND ANYMORE I TREAT THE PEOPLE BAD FOR ME LIKE IF THEY WERE FUCKING QUEENS AND KINGS GIVING THEM EVERY SILVER AND GOLD I HAVE IN MY SOUL AND THEY JUST SIT IN THEIR THRONE LAUGHING BY HOW WRAPPED I AM AROUND THEIR FINGER AND HOW I AM IN THEIR KNEES BEGGING THEM PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME AND YOU KNOW WHAT THEY FUCKING SAY "SLEEP IT OFF SWEETHEART" EVERYBODY IS TELLING ME TO SLEEP IT OFF EVEN THE PEOPLE THAT ARE GOOD FOR ME AND I SHOULD BE TREATING RIGHT INSTEAD OF SHRUGGING THEM OFF
SLEEP IT OFF
NO I CANT FUCKING SLEEP IF OFF IM NOT A FUCKING TOY THAT NEEDS CHARGING AND I WILL BE UP AND WORKING THE NEXT DAY AND THAT'S WHEN YOU CAN PLAY WITH ME BECAUSE NO BODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU'RE SAD RIGHT? NO BODY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS ALL THEY WANT IS WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY AND YOU'RE MAKING JOKES NOT WHEN YOU HAVE BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES AND YOUR HANDS ARE TREMBLING AND THIS TIME YOU'RE NOT IN YOUR KNEES FOR THE ROYALS BUT FOR ANYONE
BUT NO THEY JUST TELL YOU TO SLEEP IT OFF I CANT FUCKING SLEEP IT OFF BECAUSE EVEN IF THE SECOND I WAKE UP I FORGET WHAT I WAS CRYING ABOUT I REMEMBER THE REST OF THE DAY AND I KEEP CRYING AND I SLEEP AGAIN AND CRY AGAIN AND THAT'S MY CICLE BECAUSE OF HOW MANY TIMES YOU'VE TOLD ME TO SLEEP IT THE FUCK OFF
I DONT NEED MY BED I NEED YOU
-b.m.
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Poetrythis is like a diary where i just write things that i feel alot you can read if youd like to see if it helps you in any way
