sometimes, i don't wanna be here anymore
i want to be gone, permanently
i want to be dead
but it's not because i truly feel this way
it's rather your fault
you felt insecure, and chose inflict them on me
your eyes, your acne, your nose
your ears, your lips, your cheeks
your eyebrows, your body shape
you even chose to insult me upon my goddamn bone structure
but, i pity you
because no one told you that you were doing wrong
so i'm telling you that you're vile
and i want you to know, that if given the choice
and it wasn't completely immoral and wrong
i would kill you myself, instead of doing what you are
why not break the cycle, rather than try to fray it's edges?
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Dejected; Poems
PoetryDejected: Sad and dispirited Just poems that I write in my free time. Slow updates cause I'm not in a poem mood right now.
