Now that I will look back on my old poems
I see how much I sucked, and I was trash
'Till I had thoughts did I show emotions
First twenty poems were nothing but a flash
Now I will actually expose myself
And say that I still do feel depression
I will still pull life's shit from thy shelf
To show that I have gone through transgression
To go beyond anything any poet,
Any poet and to show that life is shit
And we're assholes and will never permit
Anyone to do things, and want all people quit
Quit on their lives and give up through suicide
Which most of the time leaves me stupefied
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
