Dark Poems.

Me and my thought

Me: hey, how's it going?

Thought:Depressing.

Me:Oh

Thought: And Suicidal

Me: Why??

Thought: Because of our life.

Me: True

Thought: Why can't we end it??

Me: Because people need our help.

Thought: Well what about us???

Me: We'll survive.

Thought: That's what they all say.

Me: What do you mean??

Thought: You know we aren't perfect and our life is a fuck up. So why are we still here??

Me: Yes I know but I need to help my friends.

Thought: But they never help us.

Me: That's true too. But they sometimes do.

Thought: Keyword sometimes. Plus they help for stupid reasons.

Me: True why are you always right.

Thought: Cause I am.

Me: Lol.

Thought: So what should be do??

Me: I don't know anymore. I just don't know.

Thought neither do i. - Talia G