Without the lights you won't see just what they have done to me. All the sorrow. All the pain All it seems to do is rain. My head hurts. My heart don't work. Why do these people waste their time on me? Soon i will make them all see just what i have come to be. With a breath I could die. For all those cruel people care in a pool of red i could lie. Being nice doesn't work. Being heartless is my perk.
Reason for writing:
The people i grew up with never have ever seemed to care about me.Only one person has ever shone me kindness,bless her soul,so i thought about all the pain life has brought me through others and put it in words.
Birth sign: Pisces
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