personal poems

I am alone again. I don't know why;

Everytime it happens, I want to die.

My roommate is house sitting and I don't have much loot;

I wish I had a gun that I can load and to my head i'll shoot.

I can't live this way and my best friend isn't comming for my life to save;

Don't bother. I am already in my grave.

Loneliness is like depresson but not quite;

But the damage it leaves, is not slight.

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