Full Of Tears

She doesn’t understand herself 

She wishes she did, 

Sometimes she’s happy, 

But most of the times

She’s not. 

Sometimes she wishes 

That she could disappear 

(people wouldn’t miss her anyways) 

She’s not important she’s just there, 

And people don’t even think of her

She’s just someone’s  second option. 

Sometimes she feels so alone, 

And sadness takes over, 

And she locks herself in a

Room and cries an ocean

Full Of Tears 

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