Oh sweet sweet pain,
How I missed that feeling,
That feeling of loneliness,
In front of my trickery,
I tried again and again, lying to myself about it,
I tried to live as a man, Forgot life isn't an exit,
I now regret and regret,
A life in anxiety.
I will die soon,
Without money to my name,
I will disappear without it,
Without meds to my brain,
I will see them again,
Hear them call my name,
Will have to turn my head,
In front of their opened corpses...
YOU ARE READING
Prose and poetry
PoetryProse and poetry, feelings and speech in text. I wanted to live as a human, But never never really was a man.
