Why do I hate myself?
Why do I always cry?
Why don't I feel happy, when that's what I should feel?
Why is my happiness always so fake?
Why can't it just last a bit?
Why do I overthink to this point, when I know it's all in my head?
So many questions.
No answers at all.
Why?
No one lets the answers so desired to be known when they are needed most.
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My Doubts. My Life.
PoetryThis is just going to be a glorified journal. Poems I feel are true, some I will even write myself. Songs I cried to, and story drafts based on my life or inspiration close to how my life is at the moment. There will be some ranting, swearing, depre...
