I'm obsessed with the desire of happiness,
Yet I make myself suffer a ton;
I'm obsessed with wanting company,
Yet I make sure I have none.
I'm obsessed with suicide,
Yet she wants me to live;
I'm obsessed with blaming myself,
Yet I don't have the capacity to forgive.
I have this obsession to want shit,
But I do the complete opposite to get it;
But you cant really get everything in life,
Not cant get all of the puzzle pieces to fit.
That's why I write this:
I don't fit nor belong here;
I try to let my life go,
But for some reason it is holding on to something dear.
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Darkness of a Poet
PoesiaEverything good has a bad side... sometimes we need to let it all out to understand ourselves completely. In this poem book, I reflect on that scary dark side that I have and vent about it.
