I have had a thousand problems,
All of them are because I exist.
I don't want myself to be real.
I just want to be some person's nightmare,
And not have to live this way anymore.
I have had a thousand problems,
And all of them are me.
But don't worry dear friend,
I can solve them,
With vial of freedom,
They call poison.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry that contains parts of me I put nowhere else but my writing. One of the biggest self discoveries of my life has been while writing.
