l don't know you,
But you don't know me.
Why is that?
I Miss you.
I'm sick of being left out.
I'm sick of life.
I'm sick of their happiness.
I Want some,
Yet at the same time I don't.
I Want freedom.
I Want to lie 6 Feet under.
I Would like to die.
That is my main want.
But I don't have the guts,
To write a new note,
To slit my veins.
I Am Weak.
I am broken.
I Can not be fixed.
I have lost all hope.
It dissapeared.
Will I ever find it ?
YOU ARE READING
Poems If your not interested in them don't read...
PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
