Just when I thought
I was getting better,
the lies, and secrets,
the names and games
all started.
I'm sick of fighting
when I'm obviously
not going to get any better.
What's the point in even trying.
No body will notice
or care if I give up.
So there.
I'm giving up.
I'm done with this battle.
You win.
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.
