Simply How I Feel

This isn't a rhyming poem
just simply how i feel.
How I feel about nothing
and how I feel about everything.
I feel angry, I feel sad,
I feel annoyed and I feel dead.
Too many fights, too many memories,
Too much pain and too much broken promises.
So much questions,
not enough answers.
So much problems,
not enough solutions.
What am I supposed to do?
I cant take the pain anymore.
No one else can help me,
I'm worthless, I'm dead inside
so theres no point living.
That's simply how I feel.

Why am I living if my life is just a lie?

Saffie
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