I remember the love
We was happy
Now I need to be tough
But I'm done, I've had enough
I no longer want to run
But I will prove, that I'm still in love
But are you?
Please say 'I love you too'
Not 'I hate you'
I will fucking shoot myself and die in your lap
Just to tell myself we're still in love
Even if love has been the most used word
I'd show
I'd show, that I will do anything
Like 'catch a grenade for ya' or even die for you
Fuck it! I'll kill you!
The fuckin' depression's finally got a hold...
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
