On days like these,
when everybody saying shit.
When you don't wanna live,
but you still breathe.
Listening music
in your head,
hoping you were already dead.
Waiting on that last day,
when you'll finally pass away.
Cause you lost the faith,
and the whole world rotting in the vein.
YOU ARE READING
Hell Is Empty And All The Demons Are Here
ŞiirThis is my first collection of poems that I write, when I have a bad day. And I want to share it with you. It somehow helps me to get thru it. So when you have a bad day and you're lost like me, try not to think about it. Do something you like to do...
