I didn't ask to be this way.
Stuck in this mentality or in this life.
I did not ask.
I didn't beg someone to give me life.
I didn't plead for my psychotic mindset.
I didn't ask to be who the fuck I am.
So why the fuck did I become this way?
It seems every week there's another fucking past mistake brought up and it hurts more and more.
I've been spending the past nearly two years working on myself and this fucking year is just throwing me back.
First February, now June.
I didn't ask for this.
Whatever "God" watches over me is just waiting for my soul to blacken like the void already sinking my heart.
I want to die.
I want to leave so fucking bad.
I want it to end.
I want that eternal slumber.
Put me to sleep.
Grant me death.
I don't care how painful or painless it is.
I just want to die.
That's it.
There's nothing more to my story anymore.
End this fucking pain.
Fuck.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
