poem of years long ago
umm this is a pm i wrote long ago hope you guys like it
day after day in endless repeat i walk and live with no reson of my exsistance im sick of this walk im sick of this place im sick of every one telling me it will be okay im sick of going to bed alone knowing that i will never be in the arms of a lover instead always curled up on a floor holding my self so that i feel the slightest bit of love wich is fake for i hate myself and every thing i am for i am nothing i was shown a false world where i mattered to someone yet now i see the real world a cursed mass of lonesome nights wich will drive me insaine . people say it will be okay and they say they want to help but what they dont know is that i dont need help for i cant be helped because my heart is dead i laid it to rest it was for the best so it will hurt me no more