I'm nothing,
Like I don't mean to try so hard to keep you as my friend, but to block me on everything and ignore and not tell me something makes me feel even worse.
Another person in my life I've made miserable. Some won't let me down for it and you know I don't know why everybody hates me so much... im trying my best to keep you here and all you can do is push me far enough off the edge to see what lays beneath me. Alll my self hate, all my lies, my soul and heart that have been shattered so many times.
I'm sorry for those of you I've hurt.
But even my words from beyond the grave won't let you sleep sound at night.
So I'm going to kill myself and I bet no one will say shit. And if you say something you wouldn't tell me in person then don't even bother coming to my funeral. Because your wasting your time.
Goodbye.
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoezieAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
