here I lye my soul filled with hate,
I feel so empty even tho I have so much on my plate, here my mind begins to break sad and lonely I die this is my fate, I will not cry or say goodbye I can't be saved for it's to late, I am not shy I won't be late my life is gone and death awaits, I love you all it has been great but I must go with one last breath from a loving mate.
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭
on second thought, maybe I'll cry just this once. this poem particular means alot to me, although not many people will understand it the ones who do are the reason I write, they are just like me, they need someone who understands how they feel, not everyone has someone who cares enough to list but I want to be that person for anyone who needs it, if you read this and you need someone to listen or just be a friend please feel free to message me on Instagram @deadly_the_loner
©deadly
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