Deep inside
I'm dying.
But no one has noticed
Nor cared.
But what does it matter.
I might just end it all anyways.
I have no one who cares.
The only reason I'm still here is,
Well,
My friends.
And my mom.
It's sad that those are the only reasons
I'm still breathing.
But if I where to kill myself,
Which I might,
Why would it matter?
It would make life
So much better
For everyone else.
The only thing stoping me
Is the fact that yesterday
Was my moms birthday.
DU LIEST GERADE
The sadness that I live in
PoetryThis is just some poems or stories that I wrote or lyrics that I really like. They're all sad, I believe.
