Emotions,
Why are they there?
Why must they exist?
If there's no one to care.
I know I'm a monster,
I know that I'm bad.
But how would you act,
If you only felt sad?
I'm the only one to blame
The sadness consumes me,
It swallows me whole.
I'm not sure what to do
It's like I don't have a soul.
Would it be better if I were gone?
If I weren't breathing?
Not moving?
These thoughts,
They're fucking consuming.
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Thoughts on paper- poetry collection
PoesíaJust a little collection of all the poetry i've written :)