The words I say,
Have a bitter edge.
The thoughts in my head,
Aren't worth it anyway.
Is there really a point,
Other than breathe and exist?
To reproduce and multiply?
And add more problems to the world?
Some say I haven't found my place,
But I'm not sure I really have a place.
Maybe I am meant for nothing,
My words lost on deaf ears.
No one will hear what I have to say,
I'm just one of millions anyway,
All trying so desperately to be heard,
But have nothing to say.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
