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Inside, You Are Dead
I'd just like to know why,
You find it so funny,
To put me down hard,
Make the tears go running.
I'd just like to know why,
You find it so essential,
To have a girl in your life,
Are they your be all end all?
I'd just like to know why,
You feel the need to,
Treat me like I,
Mean nothing to you.
Someday your efforts,
Will all finally pay off,
I'll finally leave,
Our friendship will stop.
With tears in my eyes,
And my head held high,
I'll look at you,
And I'll say goodbye.
Where will your pride be?
What good will it do?
When you have no one to be,
The way I was to you?
You'll still have her, yes,
And you'll still have your phone,
But over time, stupid boy,
You will feel alone.
A piece will be missing,
My voice in your head,
And whether you like it or not,
Inside, you are dead.

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I may not get told what I would like to be told by people not close to me, but this piece came from the deep hurt that built up when I was hurt by someone who I never thought would. The poem that you are reading is, in my mind, a good example of beauty coming from pain, but also as a warning, that, you need to be careful about the words coming out of you. This poem was constructed by tears and pain, shaped by disappointment and a broken heart.