I'm just a mistake with a beating heart. Not even my parents wanted me to be born. Even the nurse told them they should just let me go, just let me die. But I'm still here. Feeling so fucking worthless, fucking useless, helpless and hopeless. Feeling nothing but pain and loneliness; feeling so empty. Asking myself a thousand times: why are you here, why are you living, why can't you just disappear, why do you think you have the right to be alive... I don't know. As these questions run through my mind, tears start to fall – like rain on a stormy night – from my eyes. I'm crying quietly, screaming silently in the dark, not asking much, just a little peace for my mind, my soul and my heart.
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Killer Thoughts
PoetryEbben a "könyvben" próza- és szabadversszerű, igazából besorolhatatlan irományaimat, és random jött "egysoros műveimet" fogom írni. Hogy miért? Mert miért is ne.^^ (Azért így zárójelben megjegyzem, jó messze vagyok egy pro költőtől. A verseim elég...
