all my life
beset with sadness
with promises I broke
and love I never gave
all my years
filled with sorrow
at things I took for granted
and chances I never took
but when I die
they'd say I was so full of life
when I was dying inside all day
isn't it ironic
that people die in the living room?
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Millennial Poetry. Vol. I
Poetrymaybe I'm a cat because I've died many times. suicides and road accidents on purpose. somehow I always leave a note every single time. P.S: I don't romanticise suicide, but I've been there. we all have
