Who made you think I hated you?
How could I?
I know,
I do things that you don't like.
I don't get up.
I don't like leaving the house.
I'm always tired,
And I hurt inside,
But I lie to you,
That I'm fine.
But,
Since when did that mean,
That I hated you?
I know I'm a disappointment,
A human disaster.
I know that you have the ability,
To just let me go,
Why haven't you yet?
If all I do is disappoint you,
And upset you?
Why do you keep me,
If all I do is hurt you?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
