--Trigger Warning--
I feel dead inside
Almost eaten alive
I keep trying to be happy
But I don't think I can survive.
Moments of joy seem to fly by
Replaced by thoughts of self harm
And suicide
Why is my soul,
So filled with hate
I pray to my god,
Hoping to die before I wake.
And if I made it up heaven,
I'd sure they'd lock the gate,
And cast me down to the flames of hell,
Where my afterlife and eternity awaits.
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PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
