Writing a book....

I'm not worth a thing

and I wonder.

Would I be REALLY special if I was a unicorn? I think I might be.

Today I feel a bit of a mess. I am not pretty enough for him I am afraid.

Not to mention I am not doing a single thing in life that really matters. All I have time for is school and work and I try to rest because I am sick, sick sick. I have been sick for months now.

I am sick of it. So here I feel like I don't matter and I am sick. bleck. kill me now lord and take me home I am wasting air.

that's me, air waster.

stupid tears

Your poetry

Your poetry went right to my heart.

But now in looking back I see that anyone can rhyme words.
Not everyone can keep theres.

I felt so aflutter to everything you were,
And yet so sick in my heart at the thought of how much I liked you.

Not mine to hold, not mine to have,
Then I was angry, now I am so glad.

I thought you captured my heart with words of "I'll wait for you"
Wait, for what? The weakness you call a man when you look in the mirror?

Drained, like a bloody bath what you did to me... was.
Promises you can't keep, you shouldn't have ever promised.

Blame me.. blame me for being open, blame me for my tears.
I can't feel sorry for you, and I can't keep being too... angry.

I will forget that you exist, if only in my head.
My heart.... it's forgotten the feelings, I drowned them

they are dead.

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