There's a reason people wanna die,
It's not because life to hard or to easy,
it's not because they're sad or angry or alone,
it's because when they are alive,
they are living in a hollow shell that's frayed and cracked and torn and beat and stained by their own thought and sometimes others,
It's an empty life lived by a hollow doll,
A doll that is there for the lone purpose of keeping the people around them happy,
You don't know selfish until you force someone to live a life they want not to lead,
And your fucking selfish when you say they shouldn't have died.
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My poems
PoetryThese are just a series's of different poems I write in my spare time, most of these are written to be spoken, some aren't meant to make sense, these are just to write down my thoughts in a way that makes me feel artistic For obvious reasons these a...
