I could be depressed.
I could be sad.
I could be lonely.
I could be mad.
I could shout profanities.
I could cry myself to sleep.
I could fall down on my knees.
I could beg for mercy.
Life's not easy,
but I will fight for my right to breathe.
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Call Me Suicidal (My Inner Thoughts)
PoetryI have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
