5:45 PM
12/1/15
My friends left me alone.
It hurt me mentally, but it felt like a broken bone.
Do you know how it feels like?
Please, I can't say a word. Please, hand me the mic.
Alone in the bleacher, staring at their happy faces
I just want to be happy, give me your hugs, give me your kisses.
I just want to experience being excited and jovial
Don't think it over, pick up the phone and dial.
Weren't you aware that I'm a melancholic person?
I can't do anything because life goes on and on.
No choice left but to pretend that I'm happy.
No matter what size, in their eyes you'll always be chubby.
So drop down that razor, drop down that blade.
Please stop it now, every wound has an aid.
Oh stop it now before the hour is much too late
Go back to Christ, bring back your faith.
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Words Like Knives
青少年小说A poem. Yes, this is where i feel like home. This is where i vent everything out, when I can't say the words right in my mouth.
