Alone
I am alone
I am ugly
I am unwanted
I am not strong
I am losery
I am depressed
I am UNWANTED
And she asks me why I'm sad
Like she doesn't understand
She tells me to be glad
Like my problems aren't that bad
She loves him more
And immediately so
Than she ever loved me
With all my poems
And all my nice things
And she asks me why I'm sad
Like she doesn't understand
She tells me to be glad
Like my problems aren't that bad
It blows my mind
She claimed at one time
That she thought she loved me
That we could be soul mates
That we were meant to be
A match made in heaven
And then she says it's not true
And she asks me why I'm sad
Like she doesn't understand
She tells me to be glad
Like my problems aren't that bad
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