I can't wait to die.
To put myself to sleep.
Crying over love:
Cause I can't make you mine,
You'll never be mine.
You're my reason that I ever lived.
Couldn't even tell you why I did.
You let me pick and choose my faith,
And I will always pick an offer.
Now I can't remember you.
Tell me when it's over,
When you are done laying,
On the ground with my own body.
Made me wish,
I was dead already.
This is a mess and I myself don't really like it. But better than letting that creativity block get the best of me.
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Poems
PoetryHello, I didn't write an introduction so I'll write it here. This is my first book and so I'm very excited. I'm mainly using this one for feedback. This book is gonna be a collection of short poems written by me. Most aren't gonna be filled with pos...
