Voices left unexplained in my head asking questions I don't have answers to.
Sanity dissipating into great nothingness because all I am is a black hole in this big big universe, unlucky to fall on this planet and swallow people whole,
leaving nothing of them that reminds them of who they once were,
because I broke every single string that kept them from falling apart to pieces.
No one will ever love you for who you are.
No one will ever love you for who you are.
No one will ever love you for who you are.
So you might as well just let it go and leave.
YOU ARE READING
Suicide Notes
Poetry'how can a person be filled with life and then be empty? Where does it all go?' A collection of suicide notes. (thank you farah (the_author15) for the dope cover, I love you).
