Try to ignore the desperate hate,
just to accept our twisted fate,
attempts to leave always fail,
our only hope is constantly frail,
death sounds like peace, I know,
but if you die you've nothing to show.

YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI write my poems when I'm bored, Because I can't say what I feel without being forward, I read all night, And sleep all day, Just to keep you all away, I'm sick and tired, Of being w...