I am like a worn out punching bag. Received so many blows that spit blood on my mouth, A punching bag hanging on the gym. Or should I hang myself too?
I hate myself and I am disgusting, Why do I even bother to prove it to people that they are wrong.
Should i? maybe not tonight nor tomorrow.
I am a dissapointment, But he's not surprised for everyday life I'm a trash in the ground. disgusting.
When every move you make seems wrong, nothing you do actually makes sense or right. Or existing is wrong?
Should I? maybe not tonight nor tomorrow.
What i eat for breakfast is pain, for lunch is grief, and a solo meal of agony for dinner.
Everyday seems like hell for me, Or am I actually the devil getting punished with reality? or am I just burning paper slowly turning into ashes?
Should I? maybe not tonight nor tomorrow.
I am trapped in my own mind, would I blow ny head so i could escape? Or I will suffer in despair like a cage rat gasping for freedom.
I am not enough, never gonna be enough. I'm tired. The reality of this world turned me into a monster waiting to be killed.
Should I? maybe not tonight nor tomorrow.
I have no more spirit to hold my will to live, or maybe I'm just torn into pieces on the floor.
Is hell worth living? I don't know. Maybe I should.
Should I? No.
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Hell Raiser.
PoetryLife's struggle. Depression. The downfalls in life. A collection of poetry for the demons inside my body that will never sleep. I am dedicating this book to all the people struggling with depression, trap in their own hell. You're not alone. You'll...
