I'm a horrible person.
I don't understand why he still talks to me.
Why do I even exist?
To torment others with misery and pain?
To annoy? To blame?
To drain every last bit of hope till None remains?
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It's a Sometimes thing
PoesiaA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
[2018]
I'm a horrible person.
I don't understand why he still talks to me.
Why do I even exist?
To torment others with misery and pain?
To annoy? To blame?
To drain every last bit of hope till None remains?
