[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Sad

Curl up
Away from it all
Cause if there's one thing I'll always be
It's small.
That's how I feel when I look up to the stars and say:
Why did I make myself this way?

Why don't we give sympathy
To those who have done it to themselves?
Cause that's the worst kind of pain
To be living, knowing it's all your fault
This sad life you live
How can we forgive ourselves
For the things we did not do
For the things we did not say
For the things we did not become?