“Life really sucks when you have a broken heart and everything around you is falling apart. You try to lie and play it off as you’re “ok,” when we all know in the end of our days you’re dying to cry lying in bed. While these thoughts.. they just fill your head “I’m no good” “why aren’t I pretty” “Why am I alive?” But then soon you’ll want to die. When it comes down to it you couldn’t kick that chair, you can’t pull the trigger. You’re worthless, weak, and pathetic. Then you become apologetic and begin being sorry to people that you “exist”. Now you want to die and you can’t seem to cry and you wonder why you’re still alive. You wonder why you’re like this. Life was suppose to be great, right? Everything is suppose to be all fucking happy and wonderful. Happy people don’t see reality but sad people do. They accept the bull shit and take it all in. When we’ve had enough bull that’s when we die. Death is beauty. She is the only moment when we will be happy, imagine that.. actually truthfully happy for once just once. Death sets you free from life’s misery. Death is the ultimate freedom from all chaos and utter destruction. Death sets you free as free can be but why aren’t I dead? Why am I still here? I want to be free There may be life in us but truly there is only death. Death is within us all and freedom awaits…” — My dark thoughts
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Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
