Fuck life. I love life. Fuck life. I love life. I wanna kill myself. I wanna live. No more pain. I feel numb. Not really... liar. Disgrace. Fuck everything. Fuck everyone.
I clench my fists so hard I can feel the blood struggling to pump through, turning the area numb. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck everything.
Creative surge, messy head, foggy vision, no clear ideas. Portals, death, I'm useless. It never gets easier.
Sacrifices I can't make even if I wanted to. No clear path. What to do?
~April 11th, 2022
I don't remember when or why I wrote this. It could've been for a character of mine. But if it was for me, damn, I must've been angry.~
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Dreaming (Poetry Collection 2021~)
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