
Basically, I wrote this, because I'm depressed, not about anything happening in my life (things couldn't be going any more perfect). I'm depressed about being me. I hate myself for being such a terrible person and I wonder how much worse the world is for me being a part of it and how much better it would be without me.
I don't know if this is poetry of any kind, I guess that is up to those who read it to decide.
I don't know if this is poetry of any kind, I guess that is up to those who read it to decide.
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 428 B
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It doesn't need to be rewritten, it is how I was and how I thought, it is a reminder of how I felt. What probably needs to be done is for me to write a new one, one that reflects how things are for me now, now that my life is not only perfect, but I have someone to share that perfect life with.
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