Cried to many tears
and now my life is dreary
You've taken everything but you clearly don't care
Belittling everything, your smiling while I'm having nightmares
Why am I living still?
Is it just a question or just a thought?
Should I end it even with this little piece of me thats fighting to live?
Constantly being depressed and tired but damn something has to give.
For If my road keeps spiraling I'm afraid it will only be short.
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Her Poetry
PoetryWork #4 : (poems I've written myself) you haven't read her poetry until you feel her words still rattling in your head for days. because her poetry will always kill a little bit of you as you read. her words are bullets to the heart, you can'...
