Blinding hate and built up rage.
Pent up anger will be the fuel of this hate.
If I had a dollar for every time somebody told me I could do it I would be rich,
But then those dollars get taken away and I'm left in poverty.
My fate has been sealed with the kiss of death,
Eventually it has to be understood that it's for the best.
If I were given the option to live or die,
I would say goodbye.
This world is a spiral and it's being torn.
My vision is blurring,
I can see the black.
No no not yet I want to enjoy this while it lasts.
I'll take a moment to glance at the poster of my favorite band,
They don't even know I exist I'm just a fan.
I'm trapped in my own head where all my thoughts are screaming to be said.
My eyes grow too heavy and I can't fight what's next,
My body has lost the feeling.
My pain is gone,
I am finally free of the miserable thing that was me.
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My Poems
PoezjaA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
