can you show me the world in a good way when all I've ever met was pain? can you feel good with me when all I've ever had was loss?
is the world full of domesticated, brainless, idiots that cannot even think for themselves?
are you one of the many people who have tore down my defenses, broken my strength, made me bleed, and shown me the unexpected cruelty of a human?
when the world finally ends, will there still be chaos?
will you open up the gates of Hell and unleash the demons from within the minds of the poets, artists, singers, authors, writers, & remind me why I never try anymore?
but really, can it get worse
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Feeling Sober[✔️]
Poetrycould I stay sober for you, love? *contains suicidal references