I'm quite sure I'm pathetic.
I'm quite sure I'm weak.
I'm positive my soul,
Has grown dark and very bleak.
I no longer want to smile.
I no longer wish to laugh.
Sometimes I'm left to wonder,
If I'm some psychopath.
I wish to meet the darkness.
I wish to meet my fate.
I'm quite sure that my happiness,
Was a cover for my hate.
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Suicide Poems From A Broken Soul
ПоэзияNot for the weak of heart. Even the brightest smiles have the darkest feelings behind them. We all have a story. Happy, sad, angry, paranoid. We all do. Our smiles can be the greatest boundaries between ourselves and everyone else. Our smiles don't...
