Desperate

by

Serpentinehb

I hate myself
I hate my life
I'm filled with pain
And endless strife.
I canot paint
I cannot write
I want to go away
Tonight.
There is no point
There is no use
To carry on
The way I do.
I don't want to wait
I can't hang on
I'll feel much better
When I'm gone.
(I really never was that strong.)

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from: Phoenix, AZ, US

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