(March 21st,2023)
If you hate me now,
It'll be easier to take my life,
Cuz' I'll feel worthless to you.
Something about drinking gallons of poison that makes me want you to forget me,
I'm nothing but chasing demons,
Cuz' I'm a fiend.
Don't take my death literally,
I've been racing reality since I was in my mom's tummy.
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Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoetryA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
