&&i finally know the true reason why you stopped talking to me after i didn't give you want you wanted..

I am not breaking any of our promises..
just making a few new ones for myself.

I only get two emotions from you. it's either you won't talk to me, or you act like an idiot and keep talking and talking about things i could honestly care less about. why can't i have a midde? a calm, "easy to talk to" you?

The only thing we have in common is we look scarily alike. if it were not for that little detail, i think we would both have doubts you actually gave birth to me.

I need someone to tell me i am beautiful, but no one can.

I am scared every single night that he is outside, waiting, with a gun ready to get his revenge and kill me.

I miss the days when we would just drive around belting songs at the tops of our lungs. those were the day when we were happy.

There is only two people who know what you used to do to me, and put me through; you and me. i want to tell someone, i really do...but no one would believe me. you're just so innocent to them.

Will someone check out my new poem "All I Needed"? New, and need feedback. :)

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