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A Poem by NoNameGiven

Shallow, bitter, teenage angst.

Damn these hands, these fingers and nails.
Damn this flesh: a f*****g waste.
These plastic dreams are all that i have,
A living scandal is all that i live.

Burned by the fire, ignited by jealousy,
Fueled by the passion from a few passing words.
This is what it's like to feel all their eyes.
To be stung by the lies of the harpies who say they're my friends.

I'm sure-as-s**t crying, but not for them.
They won't see the tears i shed.
I'm sinking deeper into my hole,
Buried alive with my life in their hands.