Category : Poems

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I got so used to making mistakes, 
 Even when I do something right, 
 It ends really bad...  

I often heard the door slammed
  Behind their backs as if I was paid 
 To be the actor with a negative role
 In their love stories and games.

 I will never heal because it hurts me,
 Even to live this lifestyle.
  And my pain can hurt others,
 I am not good as others.

Wrap your arms around me,
 Because I don't know
 How to hug without crying.
 Maybe I seem like a strong man
 But 'm dying inside me.