I'm giving it time,
but time is running out.
I'm testing the water,
before diving head first.
Another year now,
is the limit
If nothing changes,
then my time is up
People are too much,
society is fucked,
and i feel as though
I may be stuck
I hate myself
and everything i am
I am nothing
I am no one
It will all be gone,
no trace of me
within the wind
an echo is all that shall be
I help too much,
recieve too little,
I am done,
This was never fun
Same date,
different year
Nineteen Years Old
The candles blown out
No wishes,
no dreams.
No hopes,
no future.
A sad little boy,
clad in a suit,
Lying in the dirt,
And Encased in wood.
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PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
