i cant even write anymore
my passion is my poetry
my poetry is my release
how do i release now
they keep asking me whats wrong
i dont eat, i dont sleep, i dont feel anymore
at least i try and pretend not to feel
i feel like im losing everything
my words were all i had left
and they are slowly slipping away
im not going to church tomorrow
i think God hates me i never go anymore
i try and pretend im perfect pretend like
im the perfect little christian im not
im so far from it i just wish i could go back
go back and take everything back
everything ive done
all those things i said
whats wrong with me
im typing my feelings on a blog
im the perfect picture of teen angst
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