It's times like these...
These are the times that I wish I never existed.
My Life Water is much too sour for me.
I keep stressin'.
I try to think before I speak.
How can you think with a scattered mind? Scattered thoughts?
However, idiotic things still come out of my mouth, and I can ruin any moment.
I embarrass easily - way too easily.
So, what do people do?
They steer clear of me -
That weird kid that knows she doesn't have a reason to be here; yet, she's still trying to make herself relevant.
Conscience says,"If you're existing instead of living, then you don't have a reason to live."
She's right.
So, why am I here, exactly?
" Everyone has a reason to be here!"
"Keep trying! Don't give up!"
I wish that I could evaporate into the air.
Just disappear in one short second.
Being human is too difficult.
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
