We walk around as broken souls
We find a place to hide
We never try to fix ourselves
And soon we're left behind.
Our broken souls stay shattered now
Never to be fixed
We find more outcasts now and then
But shortly they exist.
We're the ones who kill ourselves
Who leave the world behind
Because of pain the world puts us through
We float in nothingness.
YOU ARE READING
What the fucks the point anymore?
Non-FictionThis is a collection of true stories from me and poems that I bother to share. Enjoy I guess. Trigger warning: Depression, Anxiety, Cutting, Broken hearts
