How can the world be falling apart and be in order are the same time?
Does it just matter on who you ask?
How can two completely different things occur at the same time?
Why must life be so confusing?
What is the meaning?
Why do we year ourselves apart for irrelevant things?
Is that just human nature?
We belittle ourselves for no reason.
We are the cause of our own misery.
We are,
The end of our world.
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Poems and Short Stories Of The Depressed
PoetryJust some poems from a depressed soul trying to find an outlet. If you have any ideas you would like me to write about and I can try my best to deliver.
