I would've given up by now and died,
If it wouldn't hurt the ones left behind.Why it hurts anyone is hard to tell.
Because all I ever do is hate myself.I'm a burden if I die, and a burden left alive.
I am cursed to be a burden all my life.I want to find an empty dark place to dream the days away.
But my dreams are worthless and so I have to stay.I've charmed so many with a false side of me.
In the end I'm broken, and I'm never breaking free.I cannot please myself,
and I'm the one person I wanted to please.
I should be replaced by someone else.
Because my life is wasted, and my hands are too weak for my dreams to seize.
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sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.