I have the heart on my hand
I am full with kindness
I cannot fight for my happiness
That looks hard and impossible for me
I’m the good pear which one comes to see when they need something from me
I hate my life
I hate who I am
I have to go against my fears because they bringing me down
I have to be more ego
So nobody can use me when they need something from me
I want to see who my real friends are
And those who are using me for they profit
At the end of each question I’m going to answer ``no``
They says to me that I am nice
They say to me that I will go far in life
They say to me that that I don’t do anything that is bad
The only reason why they said those nice words is because they want something from me
I need somebody to talk too, when I’m in pain
When I m having a bad day
People don’t do good stuffs to me when I do good stuffs to them
I don’t want to live in this life anymore in this world
That no one wants to fell my pain and love me for who I am
I don’t want to live in a life were people are keep yelling at me for no good reason
And don’t appreciate me
They only using me to take away my happiness
I want to see my real peoples
Peoples who want to live with me and appreciate me
Until the day I die
Wonderful way to speak out your pain. Ok..here's the deal. You don't need to do any good on me and you can lean on me whenever you feel weak. Don't waste your time.. Offer valid till i'm alive, so hurry :)
Wonderful way to speak out your pain. Ok..here's the deal. You don't need to do any good on me and you can lean on me whenever you feel weak. Don't waste your time.. Offer valid till i'm alive, so hurry :)
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Hi Gloria, a good apple is hard to find nowadays, butta it'd come in handy when your doesn't need it. Brett