i tell you i'm getting better,
and it feels like i am.
but then you start to look at me
with this weird look on your face.
i couldn't tell what it was.
but it hurts me,
beyond any sense you know.
it hurts because after thinking
at two in the morning,
i finally realise what
you were looking at me with.
disgust.
and now i feel terrible,
i feel so sick.
i feel like death.
but maybe that's because,
i let death sneak up on me.
'*'
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
