i don't want to wake up lonely,
i am tired of just watching these trees,
tired of bringing in all this useless inspiration,
almost as if my life is an animation,
i make the same mistakes again and again,
just not with the same man,
i am not fine and i never was,
no one ever asked for that 'why and because',
here i am,
where i just take the sand paper and sand,
until no one can see the rough edges,
but oh how you can feel them.
why must my bed be so empty,
just as my soul and mind seems to,
is it even time to leave?
can all i do is look at a clock and believe?
look at this miserable life,
such a lonely life.

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Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...