"The worst kind of sadness is not being able to explain why."
-Unknown
I wanted to cry,
I wanted to scream because of how stupid I was.
I blame it all on me,
Because that's what I do best.
I disappear,
I fuck up.
It seems that's all I'm good at,
Either being broken,
Or hurting someone,
I just want to run away
To escape,
To be free again.
I needed an escape from it all.
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PoetryNOW YOU SEE "THE REAL ME" #1 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS //SAD POETRY EDITION (under major editing) "My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you" My poems aren't the best. The first few poems may not seem worth...
