Lowkey..... Plz don't hate me....
UwU
Don’t delay the sunny days, don’t delay the slow decay. This is the end, there’s no requiem, as I end this life with a low audible rumble. A sigh of wind, a growl of thunder. This is my time, my low sad stumble. I disappear with a whisp of ash, as I realize that this is my last recoil. Don’t become the sadness, don’t become the pain. No one and nothing will remember me. I’m the darkest time, the lightest reality. The rarest whisper, and the smallest space. Im the back of your mind, and you don’t have the slightest clue im there. I lie, and sigh about the little things, as my darkest mind moves below the Earth. As I demand it to be over, they all know it’s my last recoil. Don’t lie about the little things, don’t hide away from small situations. Don’t follow through with complex problems. Don’t hide away from the truth. Don’t save me from this obvious fate, for I don’t care, just let me die, with my last recoil.
Meet my friend Dr. Paragraph le Shorty....... He a short little boi...... We don't talk about that depresso stuff tho..... Ba bye 👋 🙃
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Poetry of the Damned
PuisiThis is a book where I vent really depressing shit into poems. Hoping I get recognized or something... Anyways, I've been told I can be a bit dark, so read at your own risk. I'm also a hopeless romantic, and a half gay bitch so I have it bad. Just d...
