It's not like anyone gives a fuck about what i have to say, I just lie rotting away in a world that doesn't know my name, with a past I regret and never take back the things I've said, cuz now I'm dead, I'm not alive, I'm deprived of the vital life signs things I need to stay alive in a world where things don't change in ways we want them to.
with out sanity how can one have humanity?
Going insane is easier then keeping the peace between i and the brain that drives me through madness, depression and sadness fills the hollow hole where my heart used to be -and the love I felt can never- come back to me.
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pastel okisuko. I Try My Hardest...
Poesiathese are poems about what i go through in my everyday life. some my not make sense that's just how I am... I make no sense. have fun reading
