Tired of living, Tired of breathing.
I want to death to swarm me.
I want it to engulf me.
The sunshiine I hope to never see agian.
The wind i hope never to breathe in a agian.
The sea I wish to never stand or swim.
For I have nothing to live for.
Nothing to look foward to.
Love is and was lost.
Nor shall I continue on how this misery is torment.
But shall my spirit last?
No.
I hope to be gone. All in all.
I dont want to be drug down with sorrows.
As though no one will even shed a tear.
I dont want to see a sad face.
As though anyone would frown.
When I leave.
What would anyone want from me?
I am not special.
I am not one of love.
For I shall die and that will be it.
Goodbye.
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Umm poems and stories. Written by yours truely. And some song lyrics for bands. :D ccheck em' out.
I would say they are boring but you have to see for your self and decide
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