I've been doing this thing I call life by myself. It's breaking me more than I can possibly explain.
I'm weaker everyday.
I'm tired I have no energy to do anything,
Life is like an endless loop,
Get out of bed,
Brush my teeth,
Take a shower,
Do my chores,
Go to classes,
Which seem to go on for hours,
As I struggle to breath,
Sweat poring out of me,
I wonder what life would be like,
If I never existed,
I wonder if then my family and fake friends would be happy,
When I'm no longer here to mess up their lives
YOU ARE READING
DREADED WORDS // LETTER COLLECTION
PoezjaDREADED WORDS 2 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS// LETTER COLLECTION & SAD POETRY "I might be a writer, but you'll always be the words." -Ben Maxfield Cover made on postermywall Rankings #1 in poetry out of 260 K stories 06/ 24/ 2021 #63 in poem out o...
