Fuck my life, is it worth living?
When it seems like misery is the only thing I'm giving
Life being jammed with pain, blood, and tears
Sometimes I wonder, "Is my death near?"
But is it worth dying?
Even though my bloody heart's crying
Shedding its crimson drops through my soul
I'm digging myself too big of a hole
I cannot escape, it is too deep
Getting buried with the regrets I keep
The blood slips down my wrist
Do you think I'll be missed?
Do you think anyone would care?
If I decided to take that last breath of air?
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For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
