My life is a misery.

At least I think it's a mess.



I can neither laugh nor cry.

What is wrong with me?

Am I cold?

Cold from all the pain that was inflicted on me?



What is a broken heart and all the grief that throws my life off course?



What is your pity for me if I can't trust you anyway?



If you feel sorry for me, then help me get over you.



All you do is give me slimy guilty words.



You really think it was done with a couple of words and the self-designation of an idiot.



I'm so angry with you I could shoot you to the moon and pop venus in front of your head.



But ..... but I can't.



I still love you too much. That makes me weak.



Sure I play the strong and understanding.



But if I keep going like this, I'll break down.



Give me the chance to break away from you ... Please





I'm too good for you so let me go



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I wrote such a story again because I couldn't pack it well in poetry.

I hope you are mild with your comments





Bulma-Chan2003