I love you my dear. Don't ask me why.
I love you so strongly that it hurts me.
My love reopens wounds that I didn't rememeber that I had.
I hate you....
I hate you so much....
Why should I want you back.
I don't want you back....
No I do....
Maybe.....
I don't know...
I search for answers but it seems I can't find them
I hate this feeling
It's bittersweet
My stomach cringes inside of me every time I think of you.
What am I feeling other then love?
I'm scared....
I'm scared about the future....
I hate this...
I don't want this feeling anymore yet
I want to feel it again and again
I need something stable.....
Please give it to me...
I love you....
I love you more then you'll ever know....
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Poetry of the Disturbed
कविताTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
