i cry alone in my self inflicted apathy i ponder the questions of life i live my life alone in fear of my own hand and a knife i drown myself in meaningless sorrow afraid of what i've becom afraid i will expire myself and then cry about what was done i weep and shrug off the weight of the world thinking im better alone as a nomad, a wandrer, a self-pitying freak a child without aa home i cry so hard it makes me gasp and shout out loud in pain all this guilt and all this hate is driving me insane i put the weight upon myself i am the reason im so alone i am a fool, a suicidal bitch a child without a home.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in a fit of lonliness, something that I'm pretty sure everyone feels at one time or another.
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