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these feeble thoughts
These feeble thoughts,
Dirty obsessions,
Misunderstood conceptions of life that I can’t explain.
A raving rant, that has no base no feeling,
Just something I don’t quite understand.
Nothing goes right and everything else gets worse.
I apologize for everything I did,
It’s a shame it’s a lie,
Enough to make me cry.
If only it can all go away.
End this problematic life and all that comes with it.
Why can’t I be a better person?
I know I can’t and that’s the issue at hand.
In the end ill have nothing but hate for myself and everything else I see.
These dreams and wishes never happen,
Why do I even try sometimes?
All I am is a freak,
A gentle beast in the corner,
That no one cares for.
I wonder,
I wonder what would happen if it all ended.
Maybe one day some one can explain it to me.
Help me,
Let me see,
Know,
Wonder, and maybe even believe in my purpose.
I’m a waste a tension of problems.
No one wants me nor believes in things that I am.
Everything is promising but misleading.
Almost cryptic to me.
Now, here it comes,
Here is the end,
This is me,
Something you don’t.
So mysterious and yet so open.
Just a normal pile of depression wrapped neatly in a shell of hate and sadness.
In the end it won’t matter because I have nothing to give.
I’m sorry but tis what I am,
And I am sorry for wasting your time…
