It's true ...it it's true
it's over
It's true and I'm done .
Why me?
Once again I repeat
Why me?
What have I done why am I even this worthless this careless
Why did you even trust me
I would have been someone else
I'm a dream crusher
Why me?
It's true I'm done I'm untrusted
Unresonable
This is reality
This is my last words
I'm sorry I can't face it
I want to do it all over again
they will talk about me when I'm gone it's fine I don't care I will be gone.
I don't won't to live like this so let me delete this life and start anotherone.
I have made my decision so give me those pills and let me over dose
This life is a life I can't not live and at this point I'm weak and I am not a talker but a typer.
So who will I talk to?
This time i count down and choose my day of death.
This life was precious just like my name since I'm named precious
but I can't take it any more
I have failed my self
I have failed them
I have to live and go home
i know its early
But I'm sorry...
I can not live here anymore so I'm moving my life to a life I don't know.
The next adress maybe haven.
It's true...
And so I'm moving 🏃
Good bye
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The days of wonder.
PoetryQuestions that are on ones mind empty thoughts and question that only come when one is alone. I'm a loving girl who explore life in many ways and I live in question marks. some questions are answers but by my subcontious mind. I hope this will let y...
