Ever felt like you don't belong.
Like the whole world is against you and the only way out is through death.
THAT'S HOW I FEEL.
At first
It felt like scary, a thought pushed deep in my mind, feeling so unethical, so in moral, and impure.
But slowly grew, its curiosity spread in my mind like a teenager curious to know how sex feels.
It infected my mind and growing into a virus, how I hate to be sick. But that's just what it is, a sickness.
I am sick, suffering from a feeling of death... I crave to be dead... It seems soon much easier to end things rather than living through them everyday.
I crave for her to notice the distress sign I'm sending but she keeps pushing me away..deeper into a dark prison..created for me and my thoughts...
I hate the person I have become
I hate the person I'm growing into
And mostly I hate who I Am.
Life is a blessing.. I get that alot..
Even my friend raps about it...
For me its a curse...
I don't wanna be here
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A Note To Self
PoetryEmotions should be expressed With all their rawness.. No blur lines. Just Raw Emotions
