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You think you now me but you have no clue.
You don’t know the real me, the things I think, the thinks I dream, the things I want.
You don’t try to know me all you care about is yourself.
I live a lie just like you, but for me I know who I am, do you?

I don’t think you do so try harder and someday maybe you’ll find yourself.
And you are but a superficial person adding to the madness of an already dark and cruel world.
You need to open your eyes.
Stop living a dream, for I am not what I seem.

I don’t know what it is to be a kid.
I live a life of endless torment.
Lies and darkness is all I know.
Dreamless sleep and innocence is all I want.

Try living a day in my shoes.
Feeling what I feel.
Enduring what I do day after day.
And maybe you’ll realize that life is not all about you.

I let you slide all the time.
I don’t yell at you and tell you your faults.
I let it all slide ‘cause you are just a mere mortal living a lie.
Who am I to judge you, for I am living a lie also.

Sadness is covered by jokes and laughs.
Sure fine whatever is a simple way to say I’m mad and not caring about the world.
I’m dead inside not caring anymore if you hurt me.
Trust is gone replaced with hope for you.

Maybe someday you’ll understand what its like to live like me.
What it’s like to feel dead and worthless.
Like your accomplishments don’t matter.
Like all you’ve done has been in vain.

You haven’t grown up yet.
You haven’t broken out of your bubble and lived the world like I have.
Your life has made you narrow mined and oblivious to the facts that stare you in the face.
You cant see past your wants and needs to see that when you gain another looses.
You take a part of me every time.
Your slowing your killing me, and you don’t even know it.

I tried to be your friend and I never told how I felt.
Never told you that your annoying voice and “problems” we’re hurting me.
Never told you about my problems.
You are nothing to me now but another person passing by.
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You Hurt Me
Date: Wednesday, 1st January 2003 @ 05:00:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: aliaschick47

You think you now me but you have no clue.
You don’t know the real me, the things I think, the thinks I dream, the things I want.
You don’t try to know me all you care about is yourself.
I live a lie just like you, but for me I know who I am, do you?

I don’t think you do so try harder and someday maybe you’ll find yourself.
And you are but a superficial person adding to the madness of an already dark and cruel world.
You need to open your eyes.
Stop living a dream, for I am not what I seem.

I don’t know what it is to be a kid.
I live a life of endless torment.
Lies and darkness is all I know.
Dreamless sleep and innocence is all I want.

Try living a day in my shoes.
Feeling what I feel.
Enduring what I do day after day.
And maybe you’ll realize that life is not all about you.

I let you slide all the time.
I don’t yell at you and tell you your faults.
I let it all slide ‘cause you are just a mere mortal living a lie.
Who am I to judge you, for I am living a lie also.

Sadness is covered by jokes and laughs.
Sure fine whatever is a simple way to say I’m mad and not caring about the world.
I’m dead inside not caring anymore if you hurt me.
Trust is gone replaced with hope for you.

Maybe someday you’ll understand what its like to live like me.
What it’s like to feel dead and worthless.
Like your accomplishments don’t matter.
Like all you’ve done has been in vain.

You haven’t grown up yet.
You haven’t broken out of your bubble and lived the world like I have.
Your life has made you narrow mined and oblivious to the facts that stare you in the face.
You cant see past your wants and needs to see that when you gain another looses.
You take a part of me every time.
Your slowing your killing me, and you don’t even know it.

I tried to be your friend and I never told how I felt.
Never told you that your annoying voice and “problems” we’re hurting me.
Never told you about my problems.
You are nothing to me now but another person passing by.
A person who talks to me, and the shell of me responds while my brain and heart want to leave.

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