The first was just an accident,
The second was a test,
The third was an idea,
The forth was for my stress.
The fifth was for my weight,
The sixth was for my failures,
The seventh was for the love I ruined,
The eight was for my stupidity.
The ninth was for my past,
The tenth was for my future,
The eleventh was for the present.
Each time deeper,
Each time more blood,
Each time for something different,
Each time more tears spilled.
I don't want support,
I don't want hate,
I don't want your love,
I don't want your tears.
I want to be alone.
I want to be in the cold.
I want to be unloved.
I want to be somewhere where people don't care.
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My Book of Poems
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