Here we go with another poem
About another guy
Im just wondering why this always happens to me
Why am I always the one to cry?
It seems like every guy i like
that says he likes me back,
Ends up getting one of my "friends"
And sticking another knife in my back.
Why does this always happen to me?
When will it be their turn?
Why cant they feel the pain i feel?
Why cant they feel the burn?
There must be somthing wrong with me,
There is no other explanation.
I wish i knew where i was going with this
But really dont have a destination.
Im simply saying what i feel.
Im sorry if it doesnt make sense.
But what I feel I feel is real,
And with that im ending this sentance.
 
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