There exists a waste of space
And that waste of space is me
I found comfort in these four walls
And the nightmares when I sleep
I will never love no one
Because of my jealousy
Because there's something in everyone
In the person I want to be
Save my heart out of this earth
I deserve to burn in hell
I lied when they showed me they cared
And said that I was feeling well
I'm better off six feet under
I'm better off in hell
I'll be better off if I jump off a hundred
I'll be better off when I'm dead
3/29/21
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Heaven's Poems
Poetry"In another life if we don't meet I promise you my place in heaven You deserve it for you loved me And your love wrote me heaven's poems"
