How happy could u make me
how much would i cry
the butterflies
the chills
you near me
how happy could u make me
before i die
my heart filled
my life tooken
my breath shorten
how happy could u make me
before i love
my heartlessness gone
new meaning
no more hopelessness
how happy could u make me
then take it away
such a warm feeling u gave
then taken away
but u could make me so happy
but WOULD u
you aren't
your not
you'll never be
the perfect guy
use me
loose me
i do the same
dont u love
one nighters
my friends might want u
i had u
but now u wont notice me
its okay
i'll know
you'll know
our friends will know
but we can dny it
so it never happend
just know
i wanted none
but got some
its okay
cuz it only one day
u wasted for me
but i got what i wanted
SO WHAT?
Who?
Michelle Olsen
Whos that?
I'm not real
who the hell am i
why cant i shout
i'm here
Michelle's fucked
no one knows her
Who Clance's friend?
Who that girl like Jenny?
why do i bother
no one cares
im just a body
not a good one at that
im empty
just a hole
in so many ways
no ones home
wanna sleep over
EWWW what did she say?
no one knows
what mo holds
shes so gone
so long
my poems
dont make sense
but somehow they do
just to be u
who to be
mo or me
michelle lynn
mo shell
tough call
but now what
house full of people
i want them gone
just please me
i just want to cry
maybe even die
i'm so hurt
for no reason
i hate me
i start shit
cause drama
and be bitchy
my friends just take it
they may talk
but still
why?
if i was them
id so leave
wish they'd see
im me
not pretty
not skinny
just worthless
im an empty vessel
i hate it
but i cant fix it
strive for some
unspoken happiness
but they  wont leave
happy joy love
doesnt igsist
stairs to my world
im in so much pain
stairs to my mind
no one stays
stay up all night
just thinking
try to make things alright
people might mock
fuck htem
stupid cock
im just me
who ever that be
straight gay
bi or tri
its all one day
who knows
what happens
yah mo
be that person
be who they want
you to be
you want
so much
let them see
see who is
i call me
paint the wall
fucking poser
be paperdoll
be hwo u are
let them see ur scars
dont let them use u
for ur car
now what
u might ask
its just a little cut
but who is
this mo i speak of
just who is
moshell
cant wont
u see
mos me
whos she
mo your cool
mo play the fool
mo please dont cry
clean ur pigsty
i'm MO
who knows the hose
mistakes and flaws
Its just me
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