Sometimes I feel like
We really should just die.
Just kill ourselves.
And that is so sad.
Where did our happy days go
Where our biggest worry was
Getting caught showing affection?
Did those days die with age?
Should we die before we age?
Is it going to get worse?
Everything makes you sad
And everything makes me mad
And that is so sad.
Sometimes I feel like
We really should.
Just die.
Our corpses will at least give the illusion that we figured it all out.
And that is so sad.
I feel so sad.
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Sad Poetry
PoetryPoems of my feelings. Full of real events and real feelings. Also real nothing.
