Poetic Amoure

(nov 14 / Detroit)

I Have Never


I have never been disliked so bad, i have never had anything i have never had. I used to feel a certain way i used to actually care, i used to be happy but now im getting no where. You allowed me to cry so I allowed you to feel, the way i feel when i thought things were real. you may never understand you may never give a care, there is no way out of this thats why i dont wanna be here. Thats why you can feel the hurt from the inside you can feel the hurt on the out, i wrote this while crying, deep sighing, thats why i want out. Ha and to think i sat back thinking all along this would work. Oh and by the way I told everyone im fine, just so you dont have to see the real and pick up the mess i left behind.

Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

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