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Blu3devii
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I feel that my life isn't worth the embarrassment that I go through each day.
I walk around perplexed, wondering why people keep telling me to go away.
I feel invisible, like I wasn't even meant to be here.
I don't even think I have a reflection when I look into the mirror.
I am wondering in the dark, searching for a light.
Nothing ever seems to come out of my mouth that really seems right.
If I get hurt real badly, no one really seems to care.
They look right through me... not even aware.
I'm just a hallucination in front of you.
Everything has been a lie and nothing was really true.
I am standing lonely in one place.
People pass me... not even looking into my face.
The tension and pain is inseparable from me.
I feel I have a stain in my brain for everyone to see.
I try to throw my fear away.
But now I realized it's become a part of me to stay.
I don't know what's worth fighting for.
Why don't I just give up and run out the door.
I feel discarded and thrown aside from the crowd.
I feel beyond humiliated and my heart is screaming out loud.
I always seem to instigate.
It seems that my past is deciding my fate.

People poke at me and mess with me, leaving me in one spot, more messed up and confused.

By: Blu3devii

 

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