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Sunk to the bottom.
“Fallen angel,” they cry,
Drunk sailors watch, aghast,
Hopeless, lifeless, she lie.
They dredge her up,
Callin’ her pale hue tragic,
They study her vacant eyes,
A morose sight, bloated to the surface,
On days of somber skies,
They think of her.
A lonely girl, too young to die.
i’d be happier if i didn’t feel so deeply and overthink everything but it’s hard to let go…
would you still want me if you realise that i’m just a melancholic girl with issues and weird interests?
my soul hurts when i’m on my way to school and walk past a group of people who are going to the beach.
sometimes i wonder if my father ever thinks about what he has done and how his actions affected me.
i’m tired of feeling like i’ll always be unwanted and alone.
i can’t take this anymore.
sometimes i wonder if i’m asking for too much when i wish for someone to love me the same way i love.