I've never thought about it, yet it's always on my mind
How will I fall?
Will I drown in the depths of my own life?
I really can't understand why I think this,
Even as I try not to
It consumes me. . .
What will push me over the edge?
The disease that consumes so many lives?
The knife of the betrayed?
I am actually sorry to those who think that way
Feel as if I have done wrong, but it's okay
For I known I have done so
I'm a liar, I lie about how I am, what I like
I deserve whatever fate has in store for me
Drowning within the lies that spew from one's lips,
Stabbed by the betrayal of others that were once close.
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Poems (?)
PoesíaSo, some poems by me, "Zear Resparien" (maybe quotes too) I was reading through someone else's quotes thing and I decided I wanted to try this. Try to figure out the meanings of each one if you want and possibly comment, though it doesn't really mat...
