What did I do to myself? Because I know I put all this on me. It's my fault, I know. But I won't live up to it. I can't. Something SNAPPED POPPED and left my mind DANGLING in space. Dark space. What am I doing to myself? I'm losing the one thing that could've changed my life. Made it better. I feel it FLOWING from me... Out of me. What have I done? This pain is unbearable. UNBEARABLE. WHAT HAVE I DONE?
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because i woke up one day and realized that the only person who could help make my life better was gone, and it was all my fault, and the only thing that went through my mind for a long time was what have I done to myself?
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