Some times I wish I would die.
To wake up one day and it be my last day.
Its such an easy way to get out of life.
To get away from everything and everyone.
All of my seamingly impossible responsibilities.
I feel like I'm going to crack under the pressure.
And so I wish I would die.
People would miss me, but I wouldn't care.
I would be free.
And to me,
that would be alive.
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Just Jenny
PoetryJust a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenag...
