Worthless,
That's what I am.
Not in responsibility.
Worthless everything.
Can't love,
Can't live.
My life ending would mean more oxygen for the people that need it.
Wasted air,
That's what I inhale deeply.
No one would miss me.
Just off that bridge.
That roof.
Splat.
Make me bleed from inside out.
Cut too deep.
Slice.
Crimson makes a lovely bracelet.
Drink some bleach.
Swallow.
Pass out from the deadly toxin.
Hang that noose.
Choke.
Cut off my air.
No one would miss me.
Why?
Because I don't matter,
I am worthless.
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Sad Poems For A Sad Girl
PoetryComplaining too much is my specialty. These rants are completely pointless.
