And when I pass
Don't you dare come to my funeral
Don't you dare throw flowers and cry
Nor whisper prayers on my grave
Because you're the reason I'm dead and broken
And now I'm lying 6 feet underground
Wondering if I will ever
Rest In Peace
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
