The feeling of emptiness was nothing new.
The feeling of helplines wasn't either.
The feeling of paralysis or being held down by an unknown force was new,
But I didn't have it in me to care.
Feel nothing.
Die.
Feel pathetic.
Die.
Empty.
Lonely.
Die.
Die.
Die.
End it all, don't help yourself.
Die.
No hope.
Just one more day.
Then maybe...
Maybe...
Hope will come.
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My Poems
ŞiirI gave them a chance to understand,but nothing. I gave them chances over and over again, but again nothing. Now my heart crumbled. I lay my heart bare through these. I am nothing anymore. I am tired.
