Why was I born?
So I could die?
Why am I different?
So I could be recognized?
Why must I be terrible?
So I could be alone for all of eternity?
I must've done something to condemn me to this
Because no matter what I do
No matter who I save
No matter who I love
I will be alone.
YOU ARE READING
Heartaches and deep breaks
PoetryThese poems were written while I was going through strife. The Short Stories are Short Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~ Lock the door -why? I need to tell yo- no show you something -what is it? *breathes* This /kiss\
