sometimes i wish there was a world with the end i have so many bullshit problems no other living human can comprehend im so low i can see my grave above me im so tired of living the thought of striving it just haunts me im trying to pick up my life where it broke im so fragile inside i cant take the whole drama part no more trying is just another fake ass burden for iv tried so many times its become my constant word i no it aint better when i see myself as nothing im like a mirror in the dark night with no reflection inside i rage with devastating fire but hiding it in doesnt seem to help i keep getting weaker as the days pass by i could proudly say that death is sneaky and can conquer any day im hoping and praying for my time near end but all the prayed words just aint helping so here i sit with the rage at my finger tips honestly thinking all this stuff i be writing is pure bullshyt making nonsense , true feeling without meaning but i represent something i havent felt before but now am feelin i best be crying and pouring my soul only people who believe in prospects cry I have no deal sheddin my tears anymore so all i can say is let the joyride by cuz like all the rest we all gonna die someday... just wait.......
Reason for writing:
I'm not a perfect person?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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