

Maybe I'm Weak.I get mad, a bit too much. I get sad, a bit too much. I let your words bring me down, To a place where I can't help myself. Maybe I'm Weak. I lack the power needed, To make a smile on my face. Words are the weapons, that cause many deaths. Because of my outside, You hurt my inside. Maybe I'm Weak, But you are weaker.Maybe I'm Weak.


Your Hurting Me Too.You're hurting yourself. You eat the food that you need to survive, Your tongue screams in pleasure. You look in the mirror and run to the bathroom, You shove your fingers down your throat. You come back to us, to me. Your eyes are red, and their watering, Seeing you like this does the same to me. You think you're ugly, but in my eyes your nothing but perfection. You need to remember friend, that you have us. I tried helping you, you fought back with angry words and tears in your eyes. I can't take it. I hate seeing you in pain, You're hurting me too.Your Hurting Me Too.
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poetry is for fags
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poetry is for fags
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"Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush your pride keeps
you from the pawn shop" - e.e. cummings.
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"Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush your pride keeps
you from the pawn shop" - e.e. cummings.
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~thelaststraw = Clare Maakestad
much love
Chanel
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Chanel
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