I constantly wonder whether life is worth living.. It is a question i just cant get my head around.. On the odd occassion i presume i have an answer, something changes and lifes stuffs up again... The poems here are my salvation, when suicide cant be.. i dont have too many, i cant express myself well, but your poems help me understand.. |
My life is over
I can't live like this anymore...
Slit my wrists
Bleed to death...
Don't waste your time on me
Don't waste your breath on me...
There is a special part in all of us
That watches over us like a guardian angel...
You say i come first in you life?
You say i mean the f_ucking world to you...
I asked |
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