i used to wonder
when first id see my dad cry
had somebody to die?
something gone unimaginably asunder?
he is strong
it was me
i made him cry
id be
wrong to say it didn't break me
i couldn't breathe
he was sad
sad
sad
sad sad sad
sad sad
because of me
useless worthless being
a demon had
hold of me
despair
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Vent Poetry
PoetryJust, poems i write, decided to publish them, let people read em. Idk. Feel free to leave hate or critical comments i dont rlly care. Also feel free to enjoy! i hope they give some people like me some comfort.
