Nov 2019
i am not supposed to exist.
let me burn myself, please.
i've been dragging my feet
for so long, i am creating a scene
publishing the same old beat
writing the same old myths
it's true; i am beyond incurable
although, i believe in the impossible
and the fact that everyone has their own downfall,
but i believe in everyone but myself
... wow, isn't it a call?
let me burn myself, please.
i've been dragging my feet
for so long, i am creating a scene
publishing the same old beat
writing the same old myths
it's true; i am beyond incurable
although, i believe in the impossible
and the fact that everyone has their own downfall,
but i believe in everyone but myself
... wow, isn't it a call?
my existence doesn't matter, i know. let's be real. there's something wrong with me and i don't know how to end it or change it. is this really the end of the eccentric being i once knew? or is this another poetry for me to realize that every day, it's just getting worse?
(24/F/garden of ellis)
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