A rope through my neck
Persistent like my feelings
I have a moment to think
I have a moment to live
If I stop
Will I be able to live again?
There are no good people in the world ( or bad people)
It's the situations that make them bad they say
Alas I am the protagonist in all those movies
But my music is yet to find a Golden Globe
I'm just an invisible dustbin for everyone to throw their shit into
I 'deserved' a good life
But now I feel deserve a good death
I hope the genie grants me the third wish
Because I've used the other two to save this world
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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...
