"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Nobody loves me,But,I'm okay with knowing that.Because,God seems present in my life while gifting me a pen and pad.A pen and pad I could talk to any time I feel sad.A place where I could be honest.A place where I can admit how I want to die and get off this,Earth that doesn't feel like... Continue Reading →
This very moment,I prefer to die. And,I don’t know why. Just,So much Anger overflowing the bottle I’ve kept shut inside I,Can’t seem to notice the brighter side.So,I smoke.Until the smoke becomes a canvas I can paint my dreams on.Even if it all disappears,Eventually.Inevitably… *Side Note* Hopefully everyone reading this right now is feeling good, doing... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,You just can’t write a poem.All I can do is sit down,Sway a pen around,And just,Think about how I want to disappear…
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