Kill me but don't worry, I'll be fine.
Just the thought makes me happy.
I wish I could be younger, mabe nine.
But at the moment I'm just feeling crappy.
I would die, just to please everyone.
No one even likes me anymore.
I'm just a worthless piece of shit.
You see, I literally stopped rhyming because of how worthless and shitty I am.
These things will never change.
YOU ARE READING
If only...
RandomPoems that come to me in the darkest of days. * MAY BE TRIGGERING*