Ep 3:A cigarette tastes good if you close your eyes

I actually hate crying all day, or maybe I just hate myself, either way it’s breaking me everyday, I want to die, but whenever I try there are people in life who make me want to cry, not cry for me but cry for them, and cry for my stupidity, maybe your one of them, but I would not like to wait and see. I would like to change, but that’s hard when trying to do it for 2 years. Or maybe I could reconsider myself, that’s impossible, I’m a jerk. People say I’m not but they are not me, or maybe I’m not I. I don’t live outside my own eyes, I don’t see like them, I see them like they see others, or maybe I’m loosing my mind. I feel crazy, am I even moving on, because it’s already hurting. I am so weak and useless that I’ll crack before a flap, flap away from your support, that was a sweet lie, and I still treasure it sometimes, I know it’s wrong but it makes me warm inside. I could carry on like this, maybe even find a new light, but deep down, it’s still your light, your light that keeps me tight, tightly safe, but tightly trapped, at this point this is not you, it me, pushing my pain away to a imaginary person, you.

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To clarify, this is still. It finished and I hate it so much, so give me feedback and stuff, but tell me I’m a bad poet, unless you seen al my poems, and you haven’t, ha, and Also because this is 100% by finish

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