A special day brought you to life.

I struggled then to do things right.

You gave me hope. A shining light.

You hate me now. What the fuck?

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Gave up fun. Passed on friends.

Watched you grow. To what end?

Avoiding my kisses, your neck would bend.

That’s kind of rude. What the fuck?

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I tried to spread a feeling of hope.

You’d laugh at me, and think it a joke.

At my emotions, you stab and poke.

That really hurts. What the fuck?

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Innocence fading. Time takes its toll.

Thoughts of depression. Lack of control.

Feelings of anger that both parties hold.

Life’s just too short. What the fuck?

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Walking on egg shells. Wading through time.

Showing emotion like one shitty mime.

Constantly flailing and falling behind.

I’m beaten down. What the fuck?

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Therapists, doctors and school counsellors…

Sadness and anger. Fighting with words.

Slamming at windows, like far-sighted birds.

Makes my head hurt. What the fuck?

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Exhaustion from broken glimmers of hope.

Feeling restrained by invisible rope.

Battling brain to not reach for the dope.

Ugh, such a mess. What the fuck?

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Laughing at all inappropriate times.

Crying as proof that I AM really trying.

Very elaborate plans to do crime.

Please think it through. What the fuck?

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Expected to hold it together for you.

Finding a way to see what is true.

Snooping and prying and looking for you.

Stop with the lies. What the fuck?

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