{A/N}: Depressing. No, I'm not depressed or suicidal. My emotions are most intense when it's late at night and I'm binge-watching TV shows or something. This was just a rant. Sorry!
Also - there's like, one swear word.
Why do I even bother to live
to try
to hope
when in the end none of it is even going to help
when in the end my hopes will just be crushed
and my attempts just failed
and everything I ever wish for just ends up lost, forgotten, broken
Everything's snowballing into one huge pile of utter bullshit
what is there to live for, when there's
no light in the future
or hope in the present
or acceptance in the past?
And if I could I'd erase myself
For being such a mistake to humanity
For being such a mistake to the world.
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Oblivion
PuisiJust a timeline of what happens when I'm hit with strange sparks of inspiration during completely random times. These poems may be dark, depressing, hopeful, or even motivational. Read at your own risk, and updates, as well as the length of these po...
