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Pain

Pain

Everyday its something new.
When things are perfect I don't know what to do.
Making bad things happen to me all the time.
I honestly just need to step back and shine.
Don't let all the negative take over my head.
Just sit back and breathe, I could be dead.
Everyday its a struggle because I feel unloved.
Sometimes I just wish my father wore a glove.
Constantly sitting back crying for days.
I wish I knew what was wrong so I could fix my ways.
Lost all my friends I pushed them away.
There is nothing here for me, Why stay?
Always getting stood up, I'm a waste of time.
I really just wanna kill myself, but I can't do the crime.
Stay to myself and be all alone.
My so called house, the place I call my own.
But it doesn't feel good to be all alone.
Always am and probably always will.
Man I just can't deal.
With the hurt and pain.
I'm going insane.
No one to love or even to cuddle up to.
I just want to be through.
Pain and suffering is part of life and right now I have it all.
I'm justĀ  waiting for me to fall.
Fall so hard and cry til I can't anymore.
Tomorrow is a new day, lets see whats in store.

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Brittany Wesley

This is the first poem I ever wrote. It was written in 2014. I was just having a rough time, but maybe someone can relate.
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