Author: brokenbober PM
I was feeling down on myselfRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 86 - Published: 05-04-06 - id: 2167067
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Sometimes I think that nobody cares about me.
My life is trivial in the minds of those I love the most.
They turn their backs at times when I really need them.
They feed me bullshit lines about how much they "love" me.
But what is love?
How do I know if what thye are saying is true?
You say it's all in my head
but I want the truth.
Will you really miss me
when I'm cold and dead?