When?
When did I stop giving a crap?
When did I realize that it doesn't matter what I do?
When did I become this messed up?
Why?
Why did I stop trying?
Why did I give up?
Why did I become this messed up?
When?
When did you begin to hope for some stupid dream?
When did you begin to believe you were anything special?
Why?
Why did you ever think that you could succeed?
Why did you think you could do anything special?
You were never special,
You could never succeed,
Because that's all it ever was:
A dream.
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Poems, or Whatever You Want to Call Them.
General FictionThese are just random poems or stories I happen to come up with sometimes. They don't have a storyline weaving them together, each one speaks for itself.
