What is? What was...
Why do I do what I do?
They don't love me they don't respect me?
Why do I care?
Everything I create is destroyed.
All I care about always wants to hurt me.
Yet I hate to be hurt.
Free me from what was.
But no one cares why do I try?
Maybe they will all be happier if I wasn't like me.
Help me, I'm sad.
But Who can I ask for help.
The angel hates me.
God has left me.
People don't know who I am.
Let me fall
Let me fly
But care someone please care.
Above all forgive me for what I've done.
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I am a teen living out a west with words on my mind and hope in my heart. I love zombies and I hope to someday be a writer worthy of the name Poe.
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