why must it be like this?
why must I endure all this unwelcomed
sadness, despair and hatred,
in a heart that only wants peace;
why must I be like this?
to hold no conversation,
to feel no peace,
all because of the slubberdegullion me;
if peace was never an answer,
can death be as one?
if it must be like this,
I hope that my final cut,
and my last breath,
could be my eventual hope
of being at peace.
-bibz
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Randompoetry made by a young, unenthusiastic human. it covers topics such of depression,self harm, and the negative thoughts that a person have.
