From what I can tell so far
there is no "getting better",
and there's no stopping it.
I just wake up every day
and try.
That's all I have right now.
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
