im tired of all this.
after all,
"a goal that may not even be there"
can i afford the risk?
can i take the gamble?
even though i have nothing to loose but myself,
even though i had always been nothing,
i still don't want to end up hanging myself.
the thought of me, wanting to die—
wishing for death.
over and over again,
who is she?
I don't know anyone like her.
the image of death , scares me
while she smiles at it.
she?
maybe
she
had
always
been
nothing.
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
