I am not sure
If it is possible
To waste time
I guess I'll have to wait
For my death
The worst time
To reflect
It's sad when
Just before
The last breath
As the last seconds
Are slipping in a rush
You think to yourself:
Damn, I should have
Fucked that girl
I should have
Bought that ice cream
Thanked the waitress
Didn't leave so early
On my daughter's wedding
Kissed my wife
Goodbyes
And yet
These thoughts come
As you lie in black petals
Of death
And I'll think to myself
Did I waste
Those moments
Or should I be glad
I am finally
Dead?
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Poems of a depressed man
PoetrySome poems about everything that comes into the mind of a depressed teenager. Some might be nice and happy (you want proof: have a nice day), some might be harsh and with lots of sick irony (fuck you, how original, no?), just as my life is. One seco...
