Why?
Why do I exist?
If I don't really matter.
Why do I always feel that my life is just a mistake?
Why do I always feel worthless?
Useless?
Why?
Is it because that is the truth?
Yeah, maybe.
I just want to disappear.
I wanna die.
Peacefully..
I just want to vanish.
From the reality, and from their memories.
Being with me is just hell, I guess.
Who wants to be in hell?
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Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
