I have tried my best and done all that I can,
And the answer is no, I've actually never felt like less of a man,
I obsess and I slave, in my efforts to make you smile,
Knowing full well you'll be writing another sad poem about me in a little while.
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For every minute you are killing,
Unless it is unwilling,
Count on me to be there.
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We are told to be proud of who we are,
We embrace this false pride so that we can believe in something,
But we can only take this so far,
It’s hard to be proud when you’re practically nothing
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Here I am, Bathed in your possession,
Going crazy, over my obsession,
The best thing in my life, I regret,
Such trivial and meaningless reasons to be upset.
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You left us all, before you even came,
You changed us all, we'll never be the same,
We never got to play a single a game,
I never got to hear you say my name.
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The hardest poem for me to write,
The elusive words, just out of sight,
So I'm stuck here feeling dumb as hell,
Wondering just how to bid you all farewell.
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Let the feelings be released,
For the injured and deceased,
Let the foundation be shaken,
For the lives that have been taken.
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I look around me hoping to be inspired,
But all that surrounds me just makes me tired,
I want to write about something pure and true,
I want to write about something other than you.
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There are many things I long to do,
But I cannot do them, So I ask you,
Tired of shame, blame, and self-doubt,
Take my insides in your hands and rip them out.
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