Who Am I?
I don't know who I am,
Who I've become,
Society is pulling me down,
Where did I come from?
My life has become a bore,
All I feel is sadness,
No one can tell though,
From this fake smile I possess.
The only thing that matters is my friends,
There might be only a few,
But at least I'm not totally alone,
I've got my little abandoned crew.
I sit on the roof of fate,
My legs dangling off the ledge,
I watch kids laugh and play,
Dreaming of the day I go over the edge.
I sigh a small breath of relief,
As I slowly slip down,
Darkness quickly surrounds me,
Then I wait for the devil to give me my crown.
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Poesíamy poems, give credit. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK SUICIDE AND DEATH IS MENTIONED MULTIPLE TIMES. PLEASE SEEK HELP IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL, DEPRESSED, OR JUST OVERALL SAD. YOU ARE LOVED. •••••••••••••••••••••••...
