All the Time
I think about how they hurt me.
I think about why they ignore me.
I think about why they leave me.
I think about the people who never care for me.
I think about how much they kill me inside.
I think about the miserable life I have.
I think about how worthless I am.
I think about crazy things to do.
I think about suicide.
I think about ways to die.
But at the end of the day.
I think about reasons to love.
I think about how great life is.
I think about the precious life I have.
I think about how lucky I am.
I think about why I am still alive.
-Yuchae
December 3, 2015
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Poetically Expressed (2015-2016) - Poetry Book
PoetryPoems that I wrote in 2015-2016. Some of the poems aren't true and I didn't experience (Especially the romantic ones). Several of them are just the result of my wide imagination (This is what you get when you are a daydreamer and a nightthinker) and...
