Save me, Im crashing,
Breaking down Im
A big ball of nothingneas
Im empty, dead inside.
Crying till theres no more.
Tears. Does she even care?
If she did why would she leave?
I hate to be alone.
Despite this I crave the
Silence. The urges are
Strong not to bad to die
But to Feel. Just
Deep enough to feel,
release. Some kind
Of release 3.2.1
Gone. Done. Brokeb.
Feels like Im gonna be sick
I've got nothing left..
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The Power to Change What Insane People Believe
PoetryThis is a bunch of my poetry compiled together, the name may change as my "stories" continue. Ive built all of thes off events, pain, and other things I can not control