
doesnt really matter if y'all dont like it. My poems are the innermost thoughts that i need to express if only for myself.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 88 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-03-06 - id: 2104816
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Why do you have to do that?
Why do you have to hurt us-
and yourself?
Don't you see our pain?
Can't you see we try?
Why are you oblivious
To all the tears we cry?
We don't know how to help you,
Hell, you won't let yourself be helped.
Your pain is ours
But I don't think ours is yours –
At least, I hope not..
I only wish that you could know
The pain inside your friends that
you helped to grow.
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