Confession #88

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Confession #88: In the end, the person I hate the most is myself.

I cannot put this into words,

I don't know how to say it,

and be heard.

But, I have this hatred in me,

That's killing me slowly,

the art of procrastination,

is tearing me.

I don't know what to say,

I just want to go away,

I want my problems to leave,

I don't want to smile

I don't even know what I'm writing anymore. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. This was supposed to be a poem but now it's not nothing at all. It's random shit that I have no idea what it means. My mind is scattered and I can't even come up with a plan of what I want to do today.

Fuck the world

I just would like a bullet to my head

Get it over with

I can't live like this

I don't want to live like this.

I will stay for another day and see.

UNtil then,


Taz xx

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