You thought I had run out of awful teenaged emo poetry? THINK AGAIN MOTHERFUCKER! The party has only just begone! Let me tell you something. I have no fewer than a dozen different journals and diaries full of God awful angsty bull shit. So enjoy another gem from the annuls of my history:
My soul weeps for you
in sullen stillnesss
I reach for you in darkness
I call your name
but you'll give your heart to another
who owns the souls of many others
and will break you in your name
she'll never love you the way I do
it's poisonous secrets are mine alone
what can I do? What can I say?
to remind you to look my way?
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