God of the sky, help me!
Why must I go through this?
My dear Lord, I always behaved
And this is what you put me through?
I always tried to do my best,
I fucking tried, but no one saw.
Maybe my story will end soon,
Only you can call an end
To all of this.
Why mustn't you murder me?
Painful, or painlessly!
No one cared, and they never will,
Stop the bullshit,
Let me see.
Let me go home,
To hell, where I belong.
And i never really was much of a poet,
But please don't let me forget
About my whole life
After my death.(7th of Feb, 2024)
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Secrets of a Dying Poppy
PoetryCW // LIGHT MENTION OF SUICIDE, DEATH, RAPE, BULLYING, SELFHARM, AND ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE THAT. NOT RECOMMENDED FOR AGES UNDER 13 AND FOR THOSE WHO GET EASILY DISTURBED. · · · A poetry book about life, suffering and death. · · · All poems belon...