What if I told you I wanted to die?
That I'm tired of living,
of being alive?
What if I said it gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder and nothing is right.
What if I lied and said everything was alright?
"No I'm not crying, I swear I'm alright."
What if I died?
I doubt you'd even cry.
Would you even care?
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
