Fuck.
I wanna die
Does he not value my life?
Or can he just not see the damage he's done?
I'm a shadow of the person that I could've been today
And a shadow of all the times he runs.
Screaming, yelling, crying out
The cycle just starts over.
Maybe if I killed myself he'd realize he's wrong
Nothing else will work and we all keep moving on
Kill me
Kill me please
Right now
My peace is overcome
My gut is clenched
My heart is cold.
I just want to let go.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
