Pain, Depression, Hurt
Pain, depression, hurt.
These are the things that I'm familiar with the most.
These are the things that I grew up knowing the best.
They are not new to me,
But more like friends that I want to leave,
But can't.
There's no escaping for me,
So why try?
I'm probably one of most luckiest girls in the world.
I have friends that love me,
And guys that want me.
I got away from my mother and now I'm living a better life.
Non of that really matters to me without him though.
My dad told me to leave him,
But it's not that easy.
Not when I still love him...
These are the things that I'm familiar with the most.
These are the things that I grew up knowing the best.
They are not new to me,
But more like friends that I want to leave,
But can't.
There's no escaping for me,
So why try?
I'm probably one of most luckiest girls in the world.
I have friends that love me,
And guys that want me.
I got away from my mother and now I'm living a better life.
Non of that really matters to me without him though.
My dad told me to leave him,
But it's not that easy.
Not when I still love him...
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I'm not expecting anyone's sympathy, or comments, Nor am I doing this for attention. Something very bad just happened to me yesterday, and I wanted to let it out the bet way I know how. Through poetry. My favorite band told me in one of their songs that when your depressed you can either pick up the knife, or the pen. I choose the pen.