I woke up tired of life
Why is everything I do, wrong?
I can't seem to say the right words or commit the right actions.
And I begin to think:
Why do I keep going when there is no purpose to me?
You ask your friends?
They say they love you, stay with us.
I ask myself?
I say I hate you, leave them be.
In the end, I believe me over them.
And I don't know why.
And even if I don't commit the "sinful" act one day,
I will already be dead.
Because inside, the light has been extinguished longer than these dreadful thoughts.
So there is no use of helping me,
When I've already given up on helping myself.
-b.n.
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PoetryA collection of my poems. Nothing too special or fancy, just an outlet book. Most of my poems are written out of inspiration from whatever I see throughout my day or a personal post on Tumblr. Others are written out of my raw emotions. So yeah, I ho...
