sit in my darkness another day waisted another sin done and she is gone once again , now there is nobody to walk me through this hell and soon no story worth the tale I have to get up and go outside under the bright white sun because I have nowhere of my own to sleep or hide, somewhere in the chaos and disorder of my past I decided soon a day will come I call the last . I know you will not cry nor will you notice lost in his new bliss surrounded by demons and piss , why don't you kill yourself and let me live instead you take till nothing is left to give so then you love to steal you want to rob you love to have hurt. I'm losing my ability in here so I'm gonna stop and go handle some dramatic bullshit of course .can't be left alone ever without jumping for somebodys shallow problems .this poem sucks this morning does also so forget this b.s it's toxic sorry .
©pastormast
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