I end up so amazed at the damage I do to myself. My mind, it is slowly killing me. Surprised it hasn't yet. Every time I fall back from a goal I planned I hate myself more. Why this pain I feel? I never understood nor understand myself. Through the scars of life, memories, regrets, pasts still i am oh so blesse. Still I am alive but still I want to leave this misery.
Never fully happy.
Wow my pain.
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So me.. I'm sorry if this is too sad for you but it is such a feeling I have written in a poem..
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A Poet of Deep Thought (1st Poetry Volume)
PoetryTheses poems are either personal to me, made during my English class or I just end up writing them. I would say most of these are random creation and warning some can be depressing. It can be worth the read if you enjoy poems as much as I.
