What do i do? ? ?
whenever your gone my laugh comes back
But then you come around the corner and my depression shoots right back
Pulsing through my veins like heroin
I wish you wuold just let me in
that way i'd be happy if you were with me and not when you aren't
That way i don't feel the need to slice my arm
I am so sick of being hurt over and over by love
But you i can't get rid of
I am so cautious as to not lose you
I do whatever i can not to
i want to see if dating someone will make you want me more
But then i say no i can't because he'll just think i'm a slut and walk out the door
im stuck with how i am gonna handle this situation
I think my mind needs a vacation
I mean if you just gave me a chance to help you it would be better
then i wouldn't have to constantly sew myself back together
poem by Jean Pullman
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