I who's full of conflict and contradictions
I who yearns for a freedom I don't understand
I who destroys and remakes myself to suit my fancy
I who lies and make them truths
I who's past the breaking point
I am sad
I am nothing
I want to be nothing
I want to disappear
I want to be something
I want to be found
I want to die
I want to live
I who's selfishly surviving this world
I just want to be happy.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
