I don't want to be sad anymore
I ask God at night, "Do I honestly deserve it?" I know I've made mistakes and utterly stupid decisions, but how much longer do I have to suffer because of them? I tore my own sail. I stalled my own engine. I broke the light I needed to see. I clipped the wings of an angel and forced it to become mortal. Honestly I think I do deserve this.
But then what would be the point of life? If after one bad decision, everything else would only be gray. Where are the colors of my friends? Where is the joy of being alive? Because I feel none. I feel cold and sad and hopeless. I have become benign, so remove me from this world. Do it, before I turn cancerous once again.
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Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
