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You don't help me when you say I'm useless, it only pushes me further into this dark void. And when you scream my name like it's a swear, I don't believe in myself.
I always wanted to be loved. All I ever wanted was the warmth of someone's compassion. But you didn't show it, why didn't you show it?
I need a little help, I'm trying to cry out. You act like my needs are insignificant, when in fact it's getting hard to breathe.
I need you to come to me, I need your silky smooth voice to ask what's wrong. All I want is for you to care, for you to understand.
- by happy skywalker |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 03/24/2011 |
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- Title: How I really feel.
- Artist: happy skywalker
- Description: I'm never given a chance to speak up for myself. Now I will.
- Date: 03/24/2011
- Tags: really feel depression anger regret
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- shorty sixx - 03/24/2011
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i love that poem and you are right i never spoke up for myself but know i do and i am happy about that
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