This poem is dedicated for no one,
Because I feel a bit emotionless and can barely let these tears float
Life's no fun, I am finally just about done I'm might actually pull the trigger
The ringer has got me thinking crazier
Myhead's so empty it's to the point that it's the opposate and I can't stop thinking this way
Is this the way life was built to be?
Is it just me?
Should I even keep living, should I just tie a rope and end these thoughts
Death is no longer the worst that can happen to me
That's the way it feels when the love of your life might leave
When every moment you spen trying to convince them to stay and not leave
It's crazy the way things seem
And I've lately, I've been feeling like a broken record
I must be a broken record
Caught in replay and that's all I can do
My life is in repetition as if the dictionary definition is repitition MrDice
My voice is the chorus of a song that's in loop
I feel as if each day is a duplicate of the previous day
I am the alliteration in most poems
Every noise sound like a echo from past noises
But most of all the recurrance of my life makes me feel like a broken record
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
