I'm not cut out for this
so i need some one to cut me out of it all
as if i was just a paper doll
like little alternate universes
i hope the rest of them are having
a better time than me
even though we're made of the same paper
i'm the end doll with only one hand grasped
the other reaches out
at the end of all the universes
and still there's no one there to hold it.
i hate this poem so ******* much what a whiny depressing ****** piece of writing. oooooh lets do a poem about how **** i feel they said it'll be fun they said. I will most likely delete this in about 10 minutes. not that anyone gives a flying ****