End of the compilation.
The curtains are closing.
Your game is over.
I have won.
You try to bring one last blow.
Perhaps, you'd win?
Wrong. You've lost.
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
