I hate being sad all the time,
Feeling like the world is out to get me.
Knowing it's useless to fight fate,
But wanting to anyway.
If time could rewind,
Maybe I would feel better.
But what could I have done,
To stop the onslaught of events?
I could have told someone,
I could have gotten in touch again.
But I know the truth,
That was always meant to be the end.
I suppose I could have said,
Goodbye, my dear friend.
Maybe that would have given closure,
Instead of leaving this open wound.
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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...
