I take my fist;
And smash the mirror..
‘Cause I just wanna;
Disappear.
I hate this f***ing world so much;
I’m losing faith..
I’m outta touch.
I’m breaking down..
I’ve been deceived.
With all the pain,
that I’ve received.
But damn, I still love you.
I wanna give up;
I wanna calm down;
The rage is bursting through me.
I’m nothing that I wish I was;
I’m nothing that I want to be.
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The Ghosts of my past.
PoetryLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.