I don't know how much more
I can take of this life
I'll walk through death's door
Just give me the knife
I want to feel cared about
To feel like I matter to someone
But I have a heavy doubt
That there's no one
No one that truly wants me
What is there to live for
When no one can see
That I've bled to the core
Take me for what I've become
Help me see the light
I've become so numb
On this lonely night
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
PoetryThese are the writings of my thoughts. Read for your pleasure or to peak into my mind, your choice. Everything here I have written myself and I own alone. If you wish to copy or use any of these writings, please do ask first. Leave some feedback, I'...
