Do you remember that day I broke down?
You told me I was acting like a clown.
A clown, you say?
That doesn't make my day.
You say you get why I cry when I'm upset.
But do you really get why?
Sometimes I'd rather die, than see you cry out lies.
Do you ever feel like you're misunderstood?
Like, if you stop holding on, then it's it for you?
Don't be afraid though,
it's never too late to say goodbye to your foes.
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Beautiful Sorrows
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." -Khalil Gibran
