Being famous is not for me,
But lucky for me I will never be,
My talents are common at best,
Along with my thoughts and all the rest.
Who would ever wish to follow this?
A broken soul, a lost wish,
People tell me if I tried I could,
But I don't see why I should,
As with fame comes hell,
And the lies and drama aswell,
So being famous is not for me,
But lucky for me I will never be.
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Depressing poetry for lost souls
PoetryThis is a collection of my own original poems, most are depressing or dark. Most have hidden meaning. Hope you like if not, then who cares, this is how a depressed person vents.
