I want to be your friend
Yet I wish your life to end
To make you miserable.
I really just want to make your day
But instead I fill it with dismay
I make you miserable.
Why do I torture you?
When I want to help you?
I can't decide
What to do with my life.
Why do I make you despair?
When you already have
Sadness to spare?
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Morbidity
RandomThis is basically the same thing as Something Random, with the difference of category. Morbidity contains darker things that I come up with. You'll probably see things you've read in my other works here, as I'm moving things around.
