Dear_______,
To myself and the first person:
I don’t get it…Why do I lie still?
To myself?
To others….
To you.
I’m such a fake, my dear. Can’t you tell?
Nothing but a painted smile, false in most things.
Having my fun with you in a …“just for ****s n’ giggles kinda’ way.”
To the next person:
I know you in a way…
I know you like to irk me!
I also know that you can easily make me smile,
and that smile will be true.
This isn’t easy, to sit here each day…bored and small.
But with you…..I feel as if I can make it one more step,
One more day.
You give me hope, my friend.
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I hate you. I really do.
Your fake ass smile...everything that is you.
Why don't you go jump off a bridge already.
One with enough water to drown in under it and sharp jagged rocks to boot.....
This would make me happy...I truly think it would.
One with leeches and spikes..
Scrap metal and car doors with razor sharp broken glass.
Old tires...not so much: you might bounce.
Ok, fine, I'll let there be a tire or two at the bottom to bounce safely off of...
That is if you bounce off them and then onto a broken leg of a chair:
A stake through the heart for the un-vampire like asshole.
To sum it all up, I'll feel better when your dead.
Gone.
Out of my life.
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