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Today = Majorly Shitty crying

Tomorrow = Probably the same.

My life sucks. I feel like s**t. I think I am s**t.

Here's a poem:

Douse myself in the tears of the dead,
Feel my blood run free, as I lay upon my bed.
Stop these voices, who scream in my mind,
Shouting about something, I’m just not that kind.
My heart beats clear, but fades fast away,
As I begin to watch the sun rise, for yet another day.
I can’t stand this pain; it hurts me so much,
As if a knife to the skin, at its very first touch.
I can’t see anymore, through tear stained sheets,
My breath is cut short, with each tear it meets.
I’ve lost all hope, of a future worthy of a cheer,
And instead I’ve been filled, with the most terrible fear.
Sleepless nights, seem to last forever,
And I question myself, as if my existence was never.
It’s seems like all my life, has drained fast away,
Leaving the lifeless body of me, here to stay.


I feel like a bad person. Maybe I am. Yea. Kill me now.
The world doesn't need another person like me.