All the strained voices chant all the same things:
"Disgusting"
"Dead"
"Disfigured"
I can't help who I am, I can hardly breathe.
I'm broken and they all see, yet they continue to bury me.
I'm sorry I can't speak.
I'm sorry I can't simply be.
When life has no meaning, then I have no meaning.
Why fight for a dead body that barely promises new beginnings.
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Short Depressing Poems
PoetryA collection of short depressing poems written by me. Trigger Warning
