Once again I mess up one thing
Sadness is what it seems to bring
The fact I am no longer a fact
Loss of the the only blood pact
You'd think it alluded me
That wont happen purposely
I live in the wrong
Listening to a fucked up song
It plays over in my head
Sanity on a thread
My heart cries in peace
Now just an empty space to lease
Once again I long for the seconds
The suicidal thought beckons
I threatened myself once before
That idea left the door
A hope presses heavily
I make my own destiny
Even if I must enforce it
But my opinion doesnt mean shit
Neither does my life matter
A choice to live but I want the latter
I give up with small hope
Tying myself with the rope
I am dead
One last breath to shed
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
