I'm a human, falling apart
"I feel sick"
"I feel dead"
"Who needs friends when you're dead inside"
"I feel empty"
I say how I feel more than twenty times a day
Be it via suicide jokes or vast drinking of cokes
"I can't wait until he dies, so I can dance on his grave"
Really equals out to the hate I have made for myself,
True self, I should
Sue myself for the taking of the feelings and giving them
Too much meaning,
Hear me?
I could hurt everything thing on and in my body and still be fine
But my soul, it lingers outside my ears and plays with my hair
It gets hurt, its not
A weapon of mass destruction
No its about as useful and a piece of dust in the air,
I'm a human falling apart
Physically and mentally
How tragic
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
