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The bed I made for myself

Poetry By: boobearlover
Poetry


What i know .


Submitted:Apr 13, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


The feelings inside me dies . I don't have enough strength to keep fighting myself .

I hurt the ones I love I can't seem to make anybody smile. I try and try but I drag the ones I love down. I never let them know that deep in my useless body I feel so ashamed for doing it .

The hatred for my self I turn around and blame others for . its hard to face the truth that lies ahead of me . hard to know that I cant love myself . I cant love another. Hard to tell people just how sorry I really am for all mistakes and I know I can not take them back but its gone its so long gone I can never even think about the repairs that have to be made. or that they will never get made .

I made my bed and I have to lay and suffer what I have brought my self





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