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Roses are red, Violets are blue. I love him, But he loves you. One day he'll see, Your not ment for him, Coz he was made for me. #rubbish#sad#true#love#missinglove.
Hi I'm 14, I'm from England. I'm not the happiest kid ever, if anything I'm depressed. I like writing, I'm not good at it I admit but here goes. Most of my poems are about suicide and stuff but still.
Roses are red, Violets are blue. I love him, But he loves you. One day he'll see, Your not ment for him, Coz he was made for me. #rubbish#sad#true#love#missinglove.
Think you can get me down, Well you are wrong. No matter what you say, I'm going to stay strong. You can cut my wrists, And you can bruise my thighs. No matter what you do, I'm never saying goodbye..
I wand someone to love me, Someone to care. Someone to promise me, They'll always be there. Even though I know, This cannot be done. I still hope that someday, Ill find the one.
If I had a gun, I'de place it to my head. One pull of the trigger, and I would soon be dead. #gun#suicide#mylife#sotrue#depressed#sad.
This smile you see, It's truly not me. It's just a disguise, For all the things I hide. In slowly breaking, Deep down inside. My heart it's cut open, Because of you, I'm hurt and broken.
It's a Saturday night, And the stars shine bright. But all I can see, Is the gun In my sight. I pick it up slowly, And place it to my head. Bang, Here I lay still on the bed, Finally I am dead.
Life is like a game, you need to be protected from. Love is like setting yourself up, just to be broken. The past is like a ghost, always there to haunt you.