{More of a rant than a poem, but I need to get it out}
Why do I get out of bed, if I know I'm going want to curl up and die.
Why do I look at the mirror, when I know I'm going hate myself.
Why do I keep cutting, when I know it's not going wipe away the past.
Why when I hulusinate, it's never good.
Why do I deserve, what I got in the past.
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Why am I still breathing.
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
