i don't feel well
i don't feel stable
i don't feel loved
i don't feel appreciated
i don't feel noticed
i don't feel like i matter at all
and i probably don't.
my life isn't worth much anymore
and i don't want to drag myself through
the life that i'm supposed to love
and cherish
and appreciate.
i just want to rid myself
of existence.
but for now i have to improvise and make myself feel like i'm dying;
which should be easy.
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What Cannot Be Verbally Expressed
PoetryThis is just a collection of the certain things I've been wishing I can say, but somehow can't. Or at least, not verbally.
