I cry, I die,
Every
Single
Fucking
Night.
I have no one...
No one left
To comfort,
To help...
No one to care.
So why should I
Even live anymore?
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Sad Poems
PoetryDedicated to my friend, Brook. A collection of my sad, short poems. I own all of these poems. (Warning: This may be triggering) Some language
No Purpose
I cry, I die,
Every
Single
Fucking
Night.
I have no one...
No one left
To comfort,
To help...
No one to care.
So why should I
Even live anymore?