What's the point
In existing
If I'm not really living?
I'm just breathing
Trying so hard to get through the day
Blood falls from my wrists
Before I fall asleep every night
My eyes are red
From crying myself to sleep
I can't take it anymore
I'm only breathing
Not existing
Not alive
Just breathing
Wishing the air in my lungs
Would finally leave
And my mind will finally
Be at peace.
Why do I stay alive
When all I do
Is barely exist?
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
