Some things just don't fit
because life is too short to think about why...
Broke into a million bits
All I keep asking myself is, "Why? Oh, why?"
Some things just don't fit
I've gotten it stuck in my eye, it's true
While I sit all alone singing the blues...
I know, I am unworthy
I know, I am a burden
I know, I am useless
Some things just don't fit- like me
So no one will notice if I slip away
Within a jiffy, of course!
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poetry| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
