My childhood friend is mad at me.
I'm being ignored.
I feel alone.
Now I am alone.
No one but these thoughts in my brain.
Thoughts of death.
Thoughts about me hanging from the ceiling.
Nothing but the fake smiles I give to customers.
Nothing but my eyes dried from the years of being hurt a lot.
I could careless for what happens to others.
Do you think life is something that is fair.
God is in control.
Yes you say that.
He is I say but these thoughts ask why do I pain so much and why do I long for death.
Why must God not take this pain from me.
Nothing is left in me that wants to live only one thing remains.
That's hope for something better.
I couldn't give less of a shit what happens to me.
If I get shot then oh well that's what I want.
I hope I'm killed.
Why can't someone Rob the store I work in and shoot me in the chest.
I long for a day where something like that happens.
I just....I now couldn't care if you came back to me for I'm so broken I no longer wish for the human race to live for everyone is the same to me now deep inside.
Someone who can potentially hurt me and hurt each other.
I just want to be dead.
So I say now I am truly empty now and have a hard time feeling true happiness.
I just know pain at this point.
Pain and sadness.
Nothing of me is left now.
Nothing is left now
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PoetryHere I write poems but I may make a new book as a continuation to this one but I don't know
