My poems are fucking horrible,
My writing is mediocre at best,
Will my life amount to anything?
Im just like all the rest.
My hope is slowly dwindling,
But I'm still afraid of death.
Maybe if it's an accident...
I won't be so dearly missed
What gives me the right?
I have no reason to go.
Life has been kind to me
But do they ever know?
Is there ever reason
With the way this world works?
I'll know I'll never know
Why God is such a jerk.
If he's even real,
that is.
Wow that was just an angsty piece of shit lol
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the stars are ugly
Poetry((((Shit vibes)))) Enjoy my book of terrible poetry (if it can be called that)
