I whisper these final words, as the night grows silent before I shut my eyes for good. Once I am gone I will be forgotten, for I'm alone left in the darkness. There will be no one to mourn me when I'm buried beneath the ground, for I have made no impact on this earth no monument to be constructed in honor of this forgotten soul. For I am lost within this cold cruel world.

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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.