Seriously, what's the point of life
If I'm just going to constantly use the knife
It's simple
Live or die
Not live and cry
What's the point of living if I want to die
I constantly lie
I say I can live
I say I won't give in
But I can't hide what's within
So, again
I ask myself
Life or die
Because I'm sick of wanting to cry
To be honest
I'd rather die
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PoetryPoems about depression and suicide. Poems about my feelings. I add new chapters almost daily. These poems are created by me.
