Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry

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its not my time

or place it seems

all my days Ive spent

dying to believe

now I know I cant be, or ever have been

someone you'd care for

or someone you'd see

what ever did I do, world?

to be a victim

of such cruel mediocrity

to misery then succumb

Now Im sure I cant be, or ever have been

someone beautiful

and bursting with glee

I thought Id stop screaming

because my lungs ran dry

but then I thought why?

when theres noone to help me try

try to be normal

and more hopeful than now

but my lungs are on fire

and I cant put it out

waters of the pure

and the joyful, I need

waters not of death

or of darkness and the deep

hear me scream now

for I will be gone soon

it wont matter to you, world

when Ive left you for doom

it will come to all

to some sooner still

when no tree will survive

nor a water or hill

It gives me some peace

to know theyre all jammed

the weeping and the cheerful,

theyre all damned, damned