i don’t need no
pity or tears for
the shit that i do.
none of it’s caused
by you, it’s all me.
i’m no one worth
crying over now,
you’ll just waste
time if you do.
all my mistakes,
all of my fears,
plastered in bold
for the world to see.
i’m not worth the
sad faces and the
crying and all that,
because none of you
did anything to me.
i did this all to me.
i turned myself into
the person that i
didn’t want to be.
the person that will
question themselves,
hurt too easily, and
get down over nothing.
i make myself a mess
every day of my life,
a glass case of emotions
just waiting to drop.
don’t cry for me.
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