Sometimes I get so tired, of things that come my way, all this sh** is so depressing, and nothing seems to change, I know I'm not perfect, but never thought that I was damned, yet no answers come from God above, and I'm starting to think I am, I wasn't made to be handsome, or anybody's dream, wasn't made to be a star, a friend, a lover or a king, I wish I wasn't here, I only get in the way, and if I could take back some of my life I'd wanna take back everyday, I'm just a faceless puppet, lying there in shame, stringless and inferior, the only one to blame, I'm just a broken puppet, broken down by all the years,and by all the days of hate and suffering, misery and tears, I've cried myself to rust, and over all the useless things, I'm meaningless and emptiness hangs there for an eternity, my reason for living will conclude in my release, death is all I live for now, nothing is left for me, so here lies the broken puppet, no future nor a soul, and I release myself from this world, bleakly I fall and curl...................
Reason for writing:
It should be pretty fucking self-explanatory.....I HATE MY LIFE.
Birth sign: Taurus
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