If only Mr. Rogers where here.

[poxofthevox]

I cut myself today, after realising I lost a good friend forever. They just stopped caring about me or so it seems. But I must remember time flows like a river, no two moments are ever the same, it was doomed to happen anyway, with who I am, just a fat kid, that no one really likes, but that doesn't take the pain away. It was foolhardy to believe

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[anonymous]

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end

you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

[poxofthevox]

If you are to console a troubled mind it's best not to put in the form of tiresome poetry, to only trouble the mind further. Put you words in prose, it's effects will be so much more worth wild.