The Words Come Easy To My Head
As I struggle to put the words to paper, the words come easy to my head. This is terrible poetry but don't look at that, look inside of me.
You put me down, and you pushed me around only seeing the outside just refusing to see the inside. Can't you see the pain you have caused me? As I cry myself to sleep I wonder if you even care about the tears falling down my cheeks. You will one day wake up and...BAM! It hits you like automic energy, that you hurt me and never cared... and Even though I struggle to put the words to paper...The words still come easy to my head.
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