My life is passing me by,
They tell me I need to sigh
I'm sick of losing them all,
Why is it me that takes the fall?
I'm nothing in this universe,
Can I get any worse?
Left so bloated and tired,
I'll never have what's required
I don't want your pity,
I'm sick of living in this city
You hate my dreams,
I'm being ripped open at the seams
I'd hate to complain,
But it seems all the same
I can't tell you what's wrong,
You're always right and strong
It's all piling up quite tall,
I guess it's time to fall
Again.
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My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some pathetic poems I've been writing for awhile.