I wasn't really as miserable as these poems make me sound. I was being a bit over-dramatic. 8th grade poetry...
There Are No More Tears
People have made it very clear that no one wants to be my friend. No one wants me here. There are no more smiles upon my face, and no more tears to cry. For these tears in which I long for, have dried up in my eyes. Did I try to hard? Or did I not try at all? I can not answer that question myself. That is the one great downfall. Is this the end of civilization as we know it?Or just one more lousy day? I can not wait for the dawn break of one more . So I can leave my weary self behind in yesterday. So good bye day in hopes you will never return. I hate thee with a passion that will forever burn. Can someone just be my friend and not judge me. For to say good bye is just an addition to my own misery.
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