I'm sorry, sir, but I forgot
why I'm living.
You see,
I'm broken inside,
and I can't be fixed.
Several have tried.
But,
No one can.
So, I decided to just die.
But you see here, sir,
I've failed.
I'm still here.
I'm sorry, sir, but I forgot
why I'm living.
I need to go, but I just
can't seem to do it.
Please, sir, tell me why I'm here.
If you can't, please kill me, sir.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for Dark Souls
PoetryThis collection of poems has been gathered over the years. All of these are dark and lined with depression. I hope that one day, there will be no need to write such things, but for right now it's my outlet.
