Life is like a knife
Stuck in your back just to spite
Because despite
That's just life
There's just not much to say
But bills to pay
Damages to fix another day
And people I wished could stay
But you don't remain still
Which is a hard pill
To swallow till
I'll eventually kill
Myself
And let go of thyself
Because there's no help
For one's self
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Poems of an Outcast
PoetryA collection of poems where I write my thoughts down. It's unedited and is mature since it mentions a lot of my mental health issues. There is Poems that actually talk about my love for the sky and the rain if you're more interested in the happier...
