Sometimes what you want most in life is what will hurt you.
then you regret.
Regret being yourself, purely for the thoughts in your mind, regret your life for saying it will be okay. Sometimes you regret the dedication put into achieving your desires because you watch them turn on you and see them bask in your suffering until they swallow you whole, in depths of wallowing despair. A despair that cares for only itself and it's worry and sorrows. A despair that makes you think until you're oblivious. Yet still you try, you try because you pride yourself in your courageous attempts to fix and finish what you've started. But sometimes you can't do it and there's no point so why do you try?
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PoetrySome free time poetic shit, social and political perspective and other various poetic rant topics . Updates are very inconsistent but if I get a growing positive response from my works it might inspire me to write more? Who knows . Do comment if you...
