"you know, sometimes i think about killing myself just to get back at all those that have done me wrong. so that way, the boy that said those terrible things about me could feel bad. maybe then he would feel just a fraction of the pain that i'm feeling right now." i laughed but as i spoke but my voice cracked. i was a walking contradiction.
"you can't be serious." you seemed worried.
"oh no, i'm dead," i laughed again. "serious."
you didn't think it was very funny.
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¿ poetry ?
Poetrymostly sad because im mostly sad most of these are made up as i go along. (t.w. - trigger warning) a.f.
