Just laying here i feel as if I'm dead. As if this isnt real. Like, not being able to die is my living hell. I can't seem to escape when they're already to happiness. One day everyone will of escaped and ill still be here, wandering the void. Trying to find the light that drags me out, but that light will be whom I fall in love with. But everyone seems to love me, then they find someone better. And in the end there's always someone better that means more to them, and is better then I could ever be. Because my attempt at trying is never good enough. I'm always that one person everyone uses for awhile as a stepping stool. And by the time everyone's out no one bothers to grab my hand and help me out. That's how life typically is help someone. You don't get crap back. I'm all alone in this hell but maybe its not so bad. Maybe this is just how I'm supposed to be. Alone. And independent. Walking alone in this void. Maybe hell is where I'll always stay. Its not so bad here. One day everything will be numb. And ill just become one with the abyss and everyone will forget i ever existed.
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PoetryI'm just posting things I've wrote, small stories and my feelings. Care to read if you'd like. Requested by my friend to do this.
