I think
That love is fake
And hate is real
Why won't this pain go away
Why does it have to stay
Deep down
Far below
That is where my sorrow holds
Broke my heart
Left to die
That is why I hide inside
It's 4'am
Still awake
Left with dread
Today is the day
The one day I'm happy
Pushed around
But I don't care
I go home
And wasn't scared
I pick up my joy
Hold it to my heart
Left on my tombstone
Someone wrote
She was strong but not enough
Couldn't someone care enough
Save her they could have
Become her friend
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PoetryI write this on a single thought that this will be good enough to satisfy your mind and your wonder I present to you with pleasure my poems...
